[ sam is expecting faces he doesn’t know - or, maybe doesn’t know is a bit of a stretch. sam’s pretty sure he’s caught amos’ face in a group every now and then, knows he was down in prison, knows he made it out like the rest of them. still - they don’t know each other, which immediately has sam into something of a hosting mode (not that he hasn’t already been that way this entire time).
he catches the figure of amos off at the edge of the drive, and while part of sam tells him that maybe he should let people arrive at their own pace, that he shouldn’t be so much right off the bat, a larger part of him reminds himself that everyone is from very different places. that aside from the general state of introversion that sam’s already picked up on the people he’s met, that this house, this party, could all be extremely strange.
which means - of course - it’s on sam to make people feel welcome. to make sure they know they’re allowed to be here in any way they want, for however long they want. so when he notices the figure, the body language, the awkward tension that radiates from that corner of the drive - sam approaches. asks the question. nods, easily, at amos’ answer. ]
Yeah, for sure. I’m Sam, by the way. [ and he’ll hold out a hand to shake - because that’s normal, most people tend to know what that means, and if they don’t? well. it won’t be the first time.
it’s almost in spite of that dreadful awkwardness that sam appears comfortable, in his element and happy to help, when he gives amos a small, almost conspiratorial smile at the question. this all your idea? ]
I mean- I guess that gets to depend on if you end up having a good time or not. [ he gestures to the yard, to the not real food and not real house and the sound of music wafting somewhere in between. ] If you hate it, this was all Jaskier. If you like it, well, welcome to my place.
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he catches the figure of amos off at the edge of the drive, and while part of sam tells him that maybe he should let people arrive at their own pace, that he shouldn’t be so much right off the bat, a larger part of him reminds himself that everyone is from very different places. that aside from the general state of introversion that sam’s already picked up on the people he’s met, that this house, this party, could all be extremely strange.
which means - of course - it’s on sam to make people feel welcome. to make sure they know they’re allowed to be here in any way they want, for however long they want. so when he notices the figure, the body language, the awkward tension that radiates from that corner of the drive - sam approaches. asks the question. nods, easily, at amos’ answer. ]
Yeah, for sure. I’m Sam, by the way. [ and he’ll hold out a hand to shake - because that’s normal, most people tend to know what that means, and if they don’t? well. it won’t be the first time.
it’s almost in spite of that dreadful awkwardness that sam appears comfortable, in his element and happy to help, when he gives amos a small, almost conspiratorial smile at the question. this all your idea? ]
I mean- I guess that gets to depend on if you end up having a good time or not. [ he gestures to the yard, to the not real food and not real house and the sound of music wafting somewhere in between. ] If you hate it, this was all Jaskier. If you like it, well, welcome to my place.