Yeah, Sam is… more than fine not knowing that. But that doesn’t mean he might not ask anyway, when he thinks to. If it’s something Kurloz would want to talk about, instead of trying to bury.

Honestly, that probably shouldn’t be a light story, but it makes Sam grin a little, anyway. He’s a soldier, and that sounds like a war story to him. The good kind of war story, the kind of thing that sucked at the time but you were able to laugh about later, talking shit with fellow soldiers. Not the kind that was quiet and sober and came out only when you couldn’t let it fester anymore.

It was Sam’s second time, technically, but that’s not the part he wants to respond to. “You let something catch you with your pants down?” he teases. “Tell me you learned your lesson after that, don’t be like the dumbass I was stationed with once who never learned not to sleep buckass naked.”

He shrugs a little when Kurloz says it’s difficult to tell when they’re really down. Sam can’t argue with that, and really, of all the things he’s twisted up over, that’s pretty low on the last. “Me too. Otherwise we’d have to have a really different conversation right now, and I got a lot more important things to talk to you about.”