thecapitol | my head's under water

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my head's under water

Who| Sam Wilson and OPEN + closed threads for Initiate, Bucky, and Porrim
What| finding friends and trying to find his state of mind
Where| In the lobby of the Tribute Tower
When| After Sam’s death in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Discussions of death, violence, nightmares, and PTSD; will update with others if needed! Prompts for closed threads in the comments.

On the way up from where he’d woken up to the district suites, Sam’d noticed the blanket and pillow fort occupying part of the lobby. He’d passed it by then, because he wasn’t quite suited for company yet. He’d practically let Arya kill him, and he knows it, and he’s still not balanced enough to honestly be able to tell if it was because he refused to kill a little girl just to keep himself alive for a little bit longer, or if he was just that messed up at the moment.

Sam needed to get himself sorted, as much as he could, and once he was, he had people he needed to check on.

But a day or so after his return, he’s back down in the lobby, checking it out. He looks around for anyone who might be using it, or who’s nearby, so he can head over to them to ask who’d built it, or if they wouldn’t mind some company.

If he can’t find anyone, he’ll just make himself at home, until someone joins him or asks what he thinks he’s doing.

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For a long moment, Sam just keeps holding on. He needs this right now, needs to hang on to the proof that Kurloz is alive. Proof that the way Sam’d last seen him - either of the ways, coming after them with lifeless eyes or lying unmoving on the ground, after Sam’d gone for what he thought was a killing blow - is just a memory.

He barely even notices the purr until it stops, but okay, that might be another thing he has to ask him about later.

“You too.”

He holds back on saying more than that for the moment, because he has a feeling if he starts, he’ll end up quickly going into the territory of things he doesn’t want to say with the Capitol listening in.

“You up for going for a walk with me?”

He's relieved. He knows the awkwardness of coming back to speak to someone what all you've culled, or been culled by. It was an experience only felt within Capitol, but one he could do without. He's more used to rolling past his deaths, pretending like they didn't happen. It's easier when all everyone else makes like he didn't do no shit wrong-- though he knows he did.

"YEAH!" He says. "Sure motherfuckin thing. ALWAYS DOWN FOR CHILLING WITH YOU." He needed to walk out the ghost of his lost limb anyway. The best way to do that would be to keep stepping with it. Shake that shit right the motherfuck out.

He's not so quick to miss what Sam's getting at. A walk meant seeking privacy. Sam's knowing of blindspots means he knows how to get it.

It's funny, he remembers so long ago now, when it seemed like there was no place to hide at all. He'd resigned himself to lack of privacy, to everyone knowing his secrets. From feelings jams with his no-longer-moirail, to his sprees of slaughter past. It reminds him how Sam's newer than it feels. That he's old, in terms of being here now.

Still, he keeps that smile up. No reason to bring it down yet. He had a feeling that could change.

As long as the blind spots are an option, Sam will probably never really get used to his privacy being invaded, no matter how long he ends up staying here. He can adjust to being more than a celebrity, to knowing that anytime he’s with someone, that any move he makes is probably going to be misconstrued and edited and passed around as proof of god knows what. That doesn’t bother him.

But there are some things he isn’t willing to let the Capitol see, not if he can help it. Things the Capitol could use against him, if they knew about it - more than they already have - and things that he knows are twisted up in the rebellion, so much that he knows he’s going to incriminate if he has to start finding ways to talk around them.

Really, he’d use them for a lot more than he already does, if he wasn’t worried about bringing attention to himself.

He pulls back when Kurloz agrees, smiling at him as he claps a hand on his shoulder. Sam’d throw an arm around his shoulders and guide him out, keep it there as they walked, if it weren’t for the fact that Kurloz was about a foot taller than him. Instead, he gives it a squeeze before starting out.

“How’s your leg feeling?”

That's another thing what he realises he's used to. Every motherfucker as he looks up to being smaller than he is. An ironic thing, that. But for all his height, he still looks a stretched out kid in the mirror. Sam's got age on him.

He lets Sam's hand jostle him, like it's got more sway upon his being than it truly does. He grins, smile reaching right up to his eyes as to shut them. Then he follows after.

He hums and gives the leg a shake, then moving his ankle about in a small circle. "You know as how like, motherfuckers get sensation ghostly of limb lost? S'LIKE THAT, BUT UP INREVERSINGS. Wake up feeling dead, or like you ought be missing bits. ONLY PAIN'S BEING THAT WHAT'S UP IN THE NUG." Memories. Everything was memories here. Everything else turned back in time. Bodies meant nothing.

"Don't let it fool none, and you ain't got nothing what to worry about. SHAKE IT OUT UP AND OFF. S'nice have it back though. ALWAYS IS, CAN'T DENY." With injuries alone, he'd be down three eyes, three horns, a leg what got broke, one missing, arms burnt to fuck, and some rot upon him-- twofold-- if he wasn't restored every time. A thing for which he is grateful.

If only his errors could be restored so clean.

"Got sight as you dealt with my-" He makes a face. "-being a daywalker. SORRY ABOUT THAT. Never happened to me before, I didn't even get a motherfucking thought to it..." Would he have been able to pop off his own nug? He's not sure. He could've tried smashing it though.

Sam’s smile widens when Kurloz acts like Sam’s pushing him a little, for a moment reminded in the best way of his own brother, or of Riley. He nudges him again as they walk, shoulder bumping into Kurloz’s arm.

“Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of the phantom limb thing, but never the reverse. Must be weird as hell, but hopefully the kind that’ll fade.” They’ll talk more about what the hell had been going on when he cut off his leg, and all of that with Psiioniic after, when they get to the blind spot.

He shakes his head a little when Kurloz brings up what’d happened in the caves.

“It happened to me, too. Last arena, I got bit. I didn’t think to do anything, either. Lucky for me the arena went out before I...” He cuts off with a shrug. It hadn’t even occurred to him, when he sat down next to Bucky, dying all over him. He’s not sure it would’ve even if he hadn’t known the arena was going to end; he’s just grateful it did, and he didn’t leave that for Bucky to deal with.

“You don’t gotta apologize, anyway. I told you I’d take you out if I had to, didn’t I?” And just like he thought it would, it’d been fucking shitty as hell. But it’d also been easier because of the circumstances. Because there’d been absolutely no doubt, that the thing that’d gone after Albert and him wasn’t his friend anymore. Wasn’t even alive, not really. “Thought I’d do a better job of it, though. I’m sorry about that, man.”

"IT WILL," He assures, nodding. "I'm pretty motherfuckin used to it, by now. AIN'T LOST QUITE SO MUCH BEFORE--" Even if a tongue seemed to feel like more than a leg. "--BUT ALL STILL." Rolling on past mark of harm was something preferred. He's got hope they'll work on past everything else too. That hope he knows will be dashed soon enough.

So he takes advantage of the comfort now. Like things as like this, what he could never get away with on Alternia, but are real nice here, no one batting a goddamn lash.

"No shit?" He says. "THAT'S GOOD YOU GOT STICKING DOWN, YO." He could mention what it feels like, and what it doesn't. A gap in the memory most clear, but a sense of ill. A sense of being so damn hungry it hurts like nothing else. Sam'll be just fine not knowing that.

He shrugs on back. "Was one of your first times." He's assuming. "TOOK ME A PERIGEE AT TO GET IT DONE RIGHT. I'd always forget as to take the head off or strike 'em down in the dirt. LET ME TELL YOU, ON IN MY HIVE WHILE I WAS KICKING IT IN THE RECOOPERACOON, I LET A DAYWALKER GET RIGHT UP IN MY MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS. Had to scramble bare-ass to get a cull on without my clubs near. WEREN'T NO KIND OF PRETTY, FOR TRUE, HAHA." He'd screamed. He'd screamed fuckin loud. Had to his coon out for getting out the blood and sleep dry.

It's a light story. Or, he thinks it is. He hopes it shakes Sam of some of that guilt. Motherfucking deserve such things when he'd done not but good. "It's chill, brother. NOT EASY TO TELL DEAD FROM DEAD WHEN'S THEY'S IN REST." And besides, when he'd called for the deal, he'd entrusted Sam with a thing much worse than a rogue daywalker. This wasn't on him. But it's nice to know it was remembered. "Just glad I didn't eat you." Or Albert. He's grateful for that alone. He still needs to find the man. They promised to paint...

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.”

He throws his hands up like 'you got me'. "TROLLS DON'T SLEEP UP IN BEDS NATURAL, BROTHER! Ain't never fucking ever seen a bed in my life before here. RECOOPERACOON'S ALL FULL OF SOPOR. This slime what kicks back at the daymares, keeps 'em away, else ain't no troll's getting good sleep." As if he'd ever had good sleep in his life. "CAN'T WEAR NO CLOTHING UP IN. But it's worth it. I LEARNED TO BARRICADE AND PIN DOWN WHAT CORPSES I CAME UPON INSTEAD." He was still pretty proud of working that noise out, sweeps later.

"Don't got no recooperacons or no sopor in Capitol though, so we sleep up in piles of..." He thinks. "Well, anything really, and ain't no need to strip for that. SO YEAH, GUESS I DID LEARN AFTER ALL." There were a lot of reasons as why, under the paint, there were dark circles around his eyes as the time away from his last deaths wore on.

But now's the end of light conversation, onto some of the other reasons he looks beat when he can put on his true face. He breathes deep, and though his smile's still on, he readies for something to steal.

"Figured you would. HEAR CARTILAGE UP AND OPEN, BROTHER."

Edited 2015-03-17 06:40 (UTC)

"I didn't know that." Sam files that away, under the list of things he sort of knows but isn't sure he really understands. It's a pretty big list, really. But he gets the gist of it - that it means that Kurloz probably hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He gets the feeling.

But like he said, there's more important things he needs to talk to him about.

"Usually when I got a ton of things I need to bring up I make a list, you know? But I didn't have time for that." He should have, really, but all he'd thought about was finding the people he needed to check in with, the ones he cared most about.

Well. That's a decent starting point, at least.

"You and me, we need to get one thing clear. I said I'd take you out if I needed to, and I still mean it. But what you asked me to do back in that ice cave, to leave you like that and let you go it alone? Ain't never going to happen. Maybe one day you'll get it through your head that you are my own, Kurloz, but until then? You need to understand that that's one way I won't follow you."

A ton of things. A list. Damn. He must've really gotten into the shit. To his credit though, he only looks a little bit apprehensive about it. Mostly, he's curious.

He's not surprised that what should come would pull his smile away. He takes it in with a sigh.

"I would've been fine you know. TAKES MORE TO CULL ME. Trolls lose limb all the time, it's rare as a motherfucker don't. IT'S-- YOU DIDN'T NEED AT TO USE YOUR MED KIT ON ME, YOU COULD'VE USED IT UP ON YOU! Alternians don't do the motherfucking thing where as like your kind's taking care of each other. I TAKE CARE OF ME. I've always taken care of me."

And he's done it alone. Mirth, he had so many people now, so many motherfuckers what he cares about. And he needs them, he does. But not to survive. He said as much to Terezi once way back when. You think I need you? I was just fine being a monster before you... The only thing he needs others for is his sanity.

"I KNOW WHAT AT YOU'RE THINKING AND IT AIN'T WHAT'S THE HAPS. I don't look to die. I GAVE MY WORD TO TEREZI, TO SIGNLESS, TO A WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING BUNCH. And by Messiahs, I will not so sinfully waste what gifts have been bestowed on me. YOU AIN'T GOTTA WORRY ABOUT ME." He breathes deep and huffs. "Maybe just you'd have been fine. BUT THE PSIIONIIC DIDN'T NEED ON BEING THERE. Shouldn't all up and have been as by me, him."

Edited 2015-03-18 00:03 (UTC)

The Psiioniic is... also something Sam wants to talk to him about, but that's more for clarifying things Sam doesn't understand, and maybe for giving Kurloz room to vent about shit that can't be anything but complicated, if he wants to. So he puts the mention of him aside for now, sticks with this thing between him and Kurloz.

"Not what I was thinking, man. It was rash, and overkill, but I don't think you did it because you were looking to die. I think you did it because you were looking for the best way out of a crappy situation and you went to extremes, because you had to do something and you needed to take care of yourself. And I don't think that's something I'm gonna change by telling you that it doesn't have to be that way, or by telling you how damn stupid it was."

Because it was stupid, and Sam would really like to yell at him, but he knows it isn't going to do any good.

"I don't doubt that you could've taken care of yourself, brother, but the thing is? You don't have to, not all the time. And you sure as hell can't ask me to let you, because it's never going to happen."

Sam's right of course. He's got that situation on down perfect, precise. He looks at Sam unhappily, like he's been presented something truly unpleasant. He sighs. "THIS IS YOUR LINE, AIN'T IT? All being at what's lines down for you it is."

Lines like how he can't become a better person if the people he cares for are offing themselves. Lines like not pushing his faith upon Terezi. Not trying to control the fact that Signless is a fucking freak what does his quadrants crazy and can't stop pitying the whole damn world.

He used to have a lot more fight in him. He remembers this sort of thing would have him up on edge, snapping. He'd be telling Sam there ain't nothing to let because it's how he motherfucking works and there'd be threat to follow. Mirth, maybe he'd just straight up storm off, saying how he doesn't need anybody and the lot of them all could fuck right off. But he's not got that fight. He likes Sam, and he needs Sam, and this sucks but he might as well make it short. Or at least explain himself.

"I AIN'T KNOW HOW. I don't motherfucking know what ways as to be just letting shit." And even more than that... "MIGHT BE AS I CAN'T. Being as I'm at to be, might just be more piece than I can motherfucking give. MAYBE. I don't fuckin know."

Edited 2015-03-19 04:21 (UTC)

"Yeah, I guess it is." He doesn't have a lot of them, and he's learned over the years to negotiate which ones are flexible and which ones are set it stone, but...

But being who he is, being the guy who tries to support other people, who tries to take their hurt into himself? He's also learned that the ones he has, he has to stick to. And he will never be able to turn his back on someone he cares about like that, and let them go it alone.

Sam shakes his head, reaches out to give Kurloz's shoulder a little shove. "Nah, I don't believe that. Never say can't."

Then he lets out another exhale, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "I ain't expecting you to just roll over and let me take care of things, man. I respect you, and I trust you. I'm just saying remember this conversation the next time shit happens and I'm ready to have your back, and you think about telling me that you're fine, that I don't need to be there."

He sways with the shove, just like before. But it's harder to smile with it.

"AIN'T WANT TO MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT TRUST YOU GOT," He says. "But you know I ain't so good or able at for things as maybe you're thinking." It felt like there was a lot of things he couldn't do. Or couldn't do right by. But the protest isn't strong. He doesn't actually want to ward nobody off.

"OKAY," He says though, still. "I'll try. PRETTY GOOD MEMORY." It was just the keeping such things to heart, stomping down on what reactions was being knee-jerk. What was being things motherfucking ingrained and carved up in his pan.

"And when I say as I got two medkits what ain't been used, you'll hear that right?" He tries on teasing, just to lighten things.

"I'm thinking you're not perfect. I'm thinking you haven't reached the end of this path you're trying to stay on, and you're going to backtrack and wander off and do shit that pisses your friends off and you're not gonna know why. But none of that is going to make me question the trust I already got in you."

No matter how exasperated Sam might get.

The teasing makes him grin, though, giving an amused huff as he shakes his head. "Yeah, yeah, I'll hear it. You're not the only one who's used to things being a certain way."

He's not sure what it is about Sam's way of saying it, but for all it catches him off gaurd, it ain't in any bad way. He can find comfort in it. Maybe because it's easier. Easier than Terezi's firm stance that he must be a good person. Easier than trying to show Albert and Jet and Nill and everyone else he knows, all of the entire fucking rebellion, that he ain't never gonna slip, that he belongs here with the good ones.

It's easier knowing he'll fuck up, knowing that Sam'll still be there even despite. Easier and harder, because he knows if he does fuck up, he's going to be wanting on getting far from everyone as what he can because he never saw a bridge he didn't burn like that.

But he doesn't know how to respond with it. His eyes go down instead and he doesn't say anything at all.

At least until the teasing breaks through and Sam pulls on a grin. He smiles back, then ends up laughing however awkwardly, "HEH, RIGHT. Sorry. GOT A MOTHERFUCKING POINT THERE."

For a long moment after that, Sam's quiet. He'd been planning on moving back over to Psiioniic after that, but with the way Kurloz hadn't responded after what he said, Sam's not sure he's willing to move on from it quite yet.

Instead, he pushes his hands into his pockets, runs a thumb over the seam on the inside of his jeans. "I ran into those caves because I heard Riley's voice. I knew it was probably a trap, I know the gamemakers tricks, but I went anyway." It's easy, saying that. Sam has the feeling that shit like that is probably how most of them ended up in the caves.

The hard part is the next bit, because Sam wanted to believe he was better than that. "I hoped it was him. I thought -" He looks away, voice lowering a little. "Other people got their best friends back, even if they weren't the same, why can't I have mine? And it wasn't right, and I didn't really mean it, but I still thought it."

Sam swallows hard, hands curling into fists. "I thought I'd moved past that, but I - I backtracked, real damn hard. I'm not proud of it, but I've gotta own it."

He doesn't expect what Sam comes to tell him. It cuts him cold, but he keeps quiet. Once the first part comes, he knows what all will follow, just by being to guess. He knows Sam and he knows himself and the whole lot of them were in there for something.

What follows that cuts even deeper. It hits right at home.

"Oh Sam..." He says quiet. He turns and doesn't bother asking this time, just wraps Sam up in a hug. Maybe Sam doesn't think he deserves it, but the Initiate's pretty sure he does. But then he steps back.

"I'M SORRY," He says. "They got you up off guard. AND MAYBE I DID TOO." He'd not exactly warned Sam that Mituna was back. Maybe because it felt wrong to mention at all. The Psiioniic wasn't his friend. The Helmsman had been. "Think like it's easy to just wish as something didn't happen. THAT THEM WHAT YOU NEED WAS NEVER GONE. Never hurt none. S'LIKE, YOU CAN FIX IT NOW. Make right of what's all wrong up with things. UP INSIDE." Because that's what they all really wanted, wasn't it? To clear their sins. To heal their wounds.

He swallows hard. This isn't any easier for him to talk about than he figures it is for Sam.

"Me? THOUGHT I COULD GO BACK. Thought I'd go on Alternia, stop him ever having been hurt. SEE HIM FREE AND SAFE. And I thought I'd be okay with that, even if he came back without my doing. MY BEST FRIEND IS GONE. But he's own motherfucker now." His arms go out and drop by his sides. "SOMEONE ELSE BEING UP IN PLACES SAMELIKE. I don't know that they wouldn't try. DON'T KNOW THAT THEY WOULDN'T REGRET OR TAKE JOY UP IN. It's not like this shit happens no ways else often. MAYBE YOU FUCKED UP. But I don't know if there's being ways particular as not to like this. NO WAY IT AIN'T GOING TO HURT. But I get it. DON'T BLAME YOU. Don't figure any motherfucker would. SORRY IT CAME ON OUT LIKE THAT." He looks down. "I ain't know how to work what magics nice as all to be making good of this as you do, but I can listen, if you're needing."

The hug isn't what Sam was expecting, but he leans into it, just a little, for as long as it lasts.

It's obvious that Kurloz is hurting, having Psiioniic around, and Sam wouldn't blame him if he did get pissed off at Sam for wanting something like that. Out of the arena, away from the caves and without Riley's voice screaming at him, Sam knows it isn't what he wants. He doesn't want Riley here, in the games, having to go through all of this. And he feels guilty for even thinking about being jealous of something that's causing Kurloz pain.

But like Kurloz is saying, sometimes he still wishes it'd never happened, that there was some way that he could fix it. Four years later and there's still a part of him that wants to wake up to Riley kicking him for sleeping in too long.

"Thanks," he says quietly, when Kurloz says he doesn't blame him. "You're right, though. Sometimes we all wish something like this could just be easy, but it never is. I never found anything that didn't come from working long and hard." He gives a shaky smile. "End result is usually pretty damn good though."

Sam lets out an exhale, nodding. "I fucked up," he agrees. "But I think I just needed to tell you." He runs a hand over his jaw. "I can't go around telling you that you're going to backtrack, but you gotta own it and get yourself back on the path if I won't do the same when it happens to me, right?"

He's taken a lot of comfort from Sam. He's taken it from a lot of people but Sam seems right up there as of late. But even at his worst, he never could settle for shit going one way. He wants to give that comfort back and he's all sorts of appreciative being allowed to do so. Even better that helps his friend.

He won't say anything like maybe we can bring him back, maybe after war... That's too much hope. Too much false hope. And it's just as what's being said, shit ain't never being that easy. Easy ain't being a thing what all it is.

But he's right. It's something what he can relate to for what's been all his life. Lot of hard work. He hopes the payoff's as good as Sam says.

He's all looking to bump his knuckles up against Sam, show it's alright, for all what fucking ups got done, it ain't nothing grievous. And moreover, he's way down for being told about shit needs telling. Then it's all turned back on him again and he has to give a rueful laugh. "AIGHT, I HEAR YOU, BROTHER."

He sighs. "I guess I still got my habits. GOT MY WORRIES UP IN HERE. First instinct's being of me and mine up alone. BUT ONCE PAST THAT I KNOW AT I CAN TRUST YOU. So, we both lose our games. BUT AT LEAST THERE'S BEING MORE ROUNDS WHAT TO PLAY, YEAH? Got all the chance to make right, you and I. ME AND MOTHERFUCKING YOU. Ever need anything from me, I'll be there. FAMILY, YO." He starts to grin. "'Sides, as far as fuck ups seem like to go, you still got shit sailing pretty damn smooth. THE FUCK YOU EVEN LEARN THAT MAGIC FROM, I ASK YOU? Some kind of motherfucking miracle."

It’s way too much hope. Even if Kurloz had said it, Sam couldn’t have believed it. Couldn’t have done it, even if he had the option. As much as he wants Riley back, he could never actually bring him here, even if they managed to defeat the Capitol. Maybe a year or two ago, but… not now.

He grins a little at Kurloz’s laugh, glancing sidelong at him. There was no way he wasn’t going to slip that in there. Even Sam isn’t sure if he’d told Kurloz about what happened at the caves because he needed to tell him or because he wanted to offer an example, that even people who’re supposed to be good guys fail.

It’s always easier giving up pieces of himself if it’s for a purpose.

Sam quirks a small, wry smile. “A few years of doing not a lot else other than working on it, and a damn good therapist that I actually trusted. Hard to find.” Anywhere, but especially around here. “It’s tough as hell breaking out of old habits and remembering you got people you trust to help out now, especially when shit’s going down. I gotta remember that.”

He'd get that, if he knew what Sam was thinking. Same didn't apply so much now. It was more than just death for his people, but things he'd wish to stop. Just a loss though? Yeah, he got that. He'd never wanted his Da to show up here. He'd definitely not wanted on running into Signless ever again. Was more bitterness by him, but he can get not wanting to rip at wounds healed.

"CAUSE ALL WORK'S STILL TO BE GETTING AT BY IT," he finishes for Sam. That's what Sam said always. Shit was a work in progress, a thing what to be got at perpetual. Sometimes a little motherfucking daunting up for it. But worth it, like he said.

"Tell me on about that noise sometime?" He says, or asks really. "FIGURING YOU AIN'T MEANING THERAPEUTICS SPEECH DONE AS LIKE WHAT I'M KNOWING." And still suck most surely at. He's glad, a bit, that he never really did end up getting anywhere progressional by it. He'd have been pretty pissed finding he'd done work as to lose it all again by his resets.

He shrugs his shoulders, that grin still hanging around. "Done well by you. GOTTA GET MY ASS LEARNED UP ON YOUR HUMAN HABITS BOUNTEOUS UP ANYWAYS. Since, I figure I'll be living with you a long motherfucking time." Even if it winded up being too close as to pale or otherwise, he could appreciate the knowing of such things. "AND FUCK YEAH, BROTHER. I'm gonna be by you."

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He gives a little chuckle. “You’re learning already,” he teases, rolling out his shoulders. “But yeah, that’s exactly it. Always a damn work in progress.”

And his smile lights up a little, at Kurloz’s request. “Yeah, I doubt what I’ve got is anything like what’s back on Alternia, or what they’ve got here. But hell yeah, I’ll tell you about it.” He knows better than to try to play therapist to him - more than he already has - but he’s been looking for an excuse try to give Kurloz some kind of coping mechanisms for a while now.

“You’re damn right, you’re gonna be.” Sam shouldn’t take that as a promise, not when it’s not something either of them can guarantee, but hearing Kurloz say it gives off its own warmth, anyway.

He leans back a little, considering. “I got a lot of things I learned over the years, ways to help me cope with all this. Managing grief, anger, keeping myself grounded in reality when shit gets tough. Figuring out how to keep from obsessing over the past without just forgetting about it. It’s… easier getting into the habit of doing it when you got someone else to help you practice. If you want - and you don’t gotta say answer now, you can take the time to think about it - we can work on stuff together.”

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 notes that surprise, when Sam mentions learning how to ground yourself in reality. Start with that one, then, the one that Kurloz apparently either didn't expect Sam to have trouble with, or didn't expect there to be strategies to help with it. He's getting ready to explain it a little more, but then Kurloz starts talking, and Sam... all right, he kind of shorts out a little.

This is absolutely not what he'd been expecting. He stares for a moment, as his brain tries to catch up with the initial jump from 'let's do some counseling strategies together' to 'romance.' Once it does, once he gets over the romance part and gets to the gist of what Kurloz is saying - well, honestly, Sam can't blame him. He kind of is cutting things a little closer here.

"Is this you giving me the troll equivalent of 'it's not you, it's me?'" he asks, only partly teasing. Then he makes a face at himself. "Nah, don't answer that. Look, I-"

He cuts off, running a hand over his jaw as he tries to get his thoughts in order enough to give voice to them. "I admit that I haven't been doing as well as I should here, with not blurring the lines. You're not supposed to try to be a counselor to your friends, but here I am. It's never been a problem before here, you know, it wasn't like I even had all that many for it to be an issue, but-"

And another cut off. But he does here, and this is the only way he knows how to help them. And they sure as hell aren't going to be able to get it through the Capitol. "What I'm trying to say is, I gotta be careful, too. And I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. So if you don't want to go there, I'm okay with that. If you want to give it a shot, and just... tell me if I'm doing something that'd complicate things for you, I'm okay with that, too."

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