[ the bark of a laugh has sam grinning, his joke having - apparently - landed as planned. because sam doesn't see this as any sort of jackpot, and while he knows everyone he meets is going to have their own struggles and their own trauma back where they're from, and he knows he shouldn't assume everyone who comes here doesn't want to be here, but god damn. what he wouldn't do for vaguely modern technology just anywhere. anywhere at all that isn't some reflection of his own head.
and that's the thing, right? sam can adapt. he can figure it out. he's not going to up and perish just because he's left to some renaissance festival-level fantasy world. but when it's that, coupled by the immediate people around him all being from a similar vaguely fantasy world - shit gets old. and honestly, just this one conversation is doing wonders for sam's state of being - knowing that someone else gets it. that he doesn't have to explain what a television is supposed to be to someone who still centuries away from the radio.
sam catches what goes unspoken, nods along with amos' explanations. laughs, again, at the concept for farming being someone's wet dream. ] Man, I guess. There are plenty of people who dream of living out on farms and in old places like that, but I don't know. This all feels like an extreme in a direction I don't know what to do with. [ but we? amos could be on to something there. sam always worked better with someone at his elbow and a back and forth he could keep up with. he shrugs at amos' question, looking only a little sheepish. ] Kind of? It's at a point where I can't tell what needs to be taught and what's just common sense. Is any of it common sense anymore?
[ he moves on easily from the topic easily enough, not wanting to make amos feel like he's pushing for anything. sam knows why people chose solvunn when it came to the portals, and part of sam almost regretted not ending up somewhere more neutral himself. but in the same breath, he doesn't regret it - the free cities has been kind to him, and until they come to a place where it becomes obvious what they want to do and something bad comes from it, well. sam's there to step in. he can do something, if he's close enough to know. he wouldn't be able to, if he'd gone off and joined the farming life.
now it's sam's turn to have something of a thoughtful look cross his eyes - just a brief second, thinking about baltimore. about the last few times he'd been there, before giving a nod of his own. ]
Y'all definitely do. [ and then it's amos' turn to blink, to be brought back. sam's smile brightens back into that laugh, gesturing towards the closest ice chest (because of course there isn't one all that far from here) and starts off towards it, assuming amos will follow. ]
Listen- yes, I know it's not real. But it's real enough and it still tastes like beer, if you know what beer tastes like. [ a beat, and then a slightly worried sideways glance. ] The future does have beer, right?
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and that's the thing, right? sam can adapt. he can figure it out. he's not going to up and perish just because he's left to some renaissance festival-level fantasy world. but when it's that, coupled by the immediate people around him all being from a similar vaguely fantasy world - shit gets old. and honestly, just this one conversation is doing wonders for sam's state of being - knowing that someone else gets it. that he doesn't have to explain what a television is supposed to be to someone who still centuries away from the radio.
sam catches what goes unspoken, nods along with amos' explanations. laughs, again, at the concept for farming being someone's wet dream. ] Man, I guess. There are plenty of people who dream of living out on farms and in old places like that, but I don't know. This all feels like an extreme in a direction I don't know what to do with. [ but we? amos could be on to something there. sam always worked better with someone at his elbow and a back and forth he could keep up with. he shrugs at amos' question, looking only a little sheepish. ] Kind of? It's at a point where I can't tell what needs to be taught and what's just common sense. Is any of it common sense anymore?
[ he moves on easily from the topic easily enough, not wanting to make amos feel like he's pushing for anything. sam knows why people chose solvunn when it came to the portals, and part of sam almost regretted not ending up somewhere more neutral himself. but in the same breath, he doesn't regret it - the free cities has been kind to him, and until they come to a place where it becomes obvious what they want to do and something bad comes from it, well. sam's there to step in. he can do something, if he's close enough to know. he wouldn't be able to, if he'd gone off and joined the farming life.
now it's sam's turn to have something of a thoughtful look cross his eyes - just a brief second, thinking about baltimore. about the last few times he'd been there, before giving a nod of his own. ]
Y'all definitely do. [ and then it's amos' turn to blink, to be brought back. sam's smile brightens back into that laugh, gesturing towards the closest ice chest (because of course there isn't one all that far from here) and starts off towards it, assuming amos will follow. ]
Listen- yes, I know it's not real. But it's real enough and it still tastes like beer, if you know what beer tastes like. [ a beat, and then a slightly worried sideways glance. ] The future does have beer, right?
[ only...partially a joke. ]