The way Sam lights up tells him right there it was worth it. Sam's all praise. All joys and motherfucking excitements. Part of him wants to shy from approval, but most of him is just glowing in it.
He nods along with the explanation as it comes. Grief, anger-- he looks surprised at the grounded in reality part. That's not something he could've figured Sam to know the other side of, or that it'd be fixed. He knew the voices of Messiahs were real but... sometimes they weren't. Sometimes they weren't all real and the colors bled and he lost himself. He hasn't much talked about that. He was crazy. It was just how things was.
But Sam makes like it doesn't half to be. He's gotten better dealing with his past, but his future still loomed, always, and he never figured a way to let go without forgetting that none. His mouth has come to falling open just a little as he stares.
"WI-WITH YOU?" He starts. He wants it. He's been leaning in as Sam spoke. He can't hardly remember what being sane feels like, but to maybe feel okay in some sense... Just one really big damn problem. His ears flush indigo and fold down, though it ain't to be seen none through the hair. It shows instead in the unsure tilt of his shoulders. "You gotta motherfucking understand," He says slow. "THIS ALL WHAT YOU IS SAYING AT TO ME? You helping me? BY TROLL RECKONING. Well, it sounds really damn pale. ROMANTIC."
He looks apologetic. He doesn't want to make Sam all getting uncomfortable on with him, but it needs saying. "Even if I didn't have a moirail. AND EVEN IF THERE WASN'T BEING THAT SHIT WITH HEL- THE PSIIONIIC AND WHAT ALL ELSE. I just don't want things to get on complicated at with us, you feel me?" And Sam being human, it would absolutely be complicated if such feelings came to be. Mirth he hopes Sam understands. He thinks, but doesn't say, thing is, I could wind up liking you a lot. He says, "IT'D BE BAD." For the both of them. And he's really content with what they have now. "So... if we do such things as you is saying... WITH YOU BEING THE ONE DIRECT AT TO HELP... it has to be really, really motherfucking slow."
He holds his breath. He swallows hard. "BUT I'D LIKE TO. At least just to know..."
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He nods along with the explanation as it comes. Grief, anger-- he looks surprised at the grounded in reality part. That's not something he could've figured Sam to know the other side of, or that it'd be fixed. He knew the voices of Messiahs were real but... sometimes they weren't. Sometimes they weren't all real and the colors bled and he lost himself. He hasn't much talked about that. He was crazy. It was just how things was.
But Sam makes like it doesn't half to be. He's gotten better dealing with his past, but his future still loomed, always, and he never figured a way to let go without forgetting that none. His mouth has come to falling open just a little as he stares.
"WI-WITH YOU?" He starts. He wants it. He's been leaning in as Sam spoke. He can't hardly remember what being sane feels like, but to maybe feel okay in some sense... Just one really big damn problem. His ears flush indigo and fold down, though it ain't to be seen none through the hair. It shows instead in the unsure tilt of his shoulders. "You gotta motherfucking understand," He says slow. "THIS ALL WHAT YOU IS SAYING AT TO ME? You helping me? BY TROLL RECKONING. Well, it sounds really damn pale. ROMANTIC."
He looks apologetic. He doesn't want to make Sam all getting uncomfortable on with him, but it needs saying. "Even if I didn't have a moirail. AND EVEN IF THERE WASN'T BEING THAT SHIT WITH HEL- THE PSIIONIIC AND WHAT ALL ELSE. I just don't want things to get on complicated at with us, you feel me?" And Sam being human, it would absolutely be complicated if such feelings came to be. Mirth he hopes Sam understands. He thinks, but doesn't say, thing is, I could wind up liking you a lot. He says, "IT'D BE BAD." For the both of them. And he's really content with what they have now. "So... if we do such things as you is saying... WITH YOU BEING THE ONE DIRECT AT TO HELP... it has to be really, really motherfucking slow."
He holds his breath. He swallows hard. "BUT I'D LIKE TO. At least just to know..."