[ that is the heart of it, isn't it? that maybe it's about being somewhere with advanced tech, but maybe it's actually just about feeling a little less like total strangers with each passing comment. that maybe sam is more than just a little willing to bridge that gap with people he does mesh with, given how much effort sam's been putting into trying to mesh with others, with varying degrees of success. it's a subtle thing, something he doesn't actually give words to, more so it's just a sudden feeling - like this can be good, this could be easy, this will be worth doing, someone worth knowing, and so sam lets himself lean into it without much more.
and - with the offer, with the schedule, with the mention of crawfish, sam is simply beaming at the concept. ]
Done. Want to meet here, or I can probably find your place if I look for it, right? And what...in a week? Same time as now? [ because sam is excited about it - about the ship, about amos' domain, about the concept of having this to look forward to - a little less like he's just drifting through the days of work and eating and general anxiousness about the state of things, and a little more like plans. like settling. either way, they'll have it figured out - sam's not worried about it, and waves off the details for a later time. they'll get it figured out, if anything sam will catch amos before he leaves.
the look back to him that amos gives, and then the subsequent mention of trekking across hostile lands has sam's brows lifting. ] That sounds like a story I'm going to get out of you at some point. [ a promise for another conversation, another time. but sam doesn't push it now, just giving a quick nod to whatever it is amos feels like saying. ]
Think on it, and let me know what you decide. I know it's not an easy thing, so no need to have it all figured out, but my offer stands. Free Cities might not have anything mechanical to engineer, but we're working on it, and god knows there's plenty to do. [ sam says it lightly, and partially in jest, but there is a lot of truth to it - to what sam is trying to do, what he's working on setting up, what the cities have in both work and promise. they just met, though, so sam doesn't necessarily feel like he can really push the subject quite yet, but there's time. they have plans. and whether or not sam finds it strange that he feels a kind of urgency to this - he'll unpack that later, himself.
sam listens, as amos starts in on discussing food. when he trails off, thinking about it. he'd never considered that aspect of it all - of space, of eating, of what the options were once you got there. but he can't really help but smile at the way amos gets into it, the way he himself gets a little lost in all and then comes back around to talk about hunting. ]
Consider that a promise for if you do decide to come - I like cooking, a lot, and if you want to go get the meat I'll make whatever I can from it. You might even learn a thing or two about - what, I guess for you it'd be old school? Southern food. [ sam laughs a little to himself but also to the conversation at hand, before something catches his attention back at the house. either someone calling for him, or maybe just a noise (god dam it julie and lloyd), but either way - sam's attention is now split. ]
Here- I've got to check on something. [ hosting mode: activated. ] You can come on in with me or just enjoy the party, but find me before you leave, alright? We'll get the whole ship thing scheduled. [ and then sam smiles - genuine, happy, content with how this has gone, as his hand clasps down on amos' shoulder. ]
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and - with the offer, with the schedule, with the mention of crawfish, sam is simply beaming at the concept. ]
Done. Want to meet here, or I can probably find your place if I look for it, right? And what...in a week? Same time as now? [ because sam is excited about it - about the ship, about amos' domain, about the concept of having this to look forward to - a little less like he's just drifting through the days of work and eating and general anxiousness about the state of things, and a little more like plans. like settling. either way, they'll have it figured out - sam's not worried about it, and waves off the details for a later time. they'll get it figured out, if anything sam will catch amos before he leaves.
the look back to him that amos gives, and then the subsequent mention of trekking across hostile lands has sam's brows lifting. ] That sounds like a story I'm going to get out of you at some point. [ a promise for another conversation, another time. but sam doesn't push it now, just giving a quick nod to whatever it is amos feels like saying. ]
Think on it, and let me know what you decide. I know it's not an easy thing, so no need to have it all figured out, but my offer stands. Free Cities might not have anything mechanical to engineer, but we're working on it, and god knows there's plenty to do. [ sam says it lightly, and partially in jest, but there is a lot of truth to it - to what sam is trying to do, what he's working on setting up, what the cities have in both work and promise. they just met, though, so sam doesn't necessarily feel like he can really push the subject quite yet, but there's time. they have plans. and whether or not sam finds it strange that he feels a kind of urgency to this - he'll unpack that later, himself.
sam listens, as amos starts in on discussing food. when he trails off, thinking about it. he'd never considered that aspect of it all - of space, of eating, of what the options were once you got there. but he can't really help but smile at the way amos gets into it, the way he himself gets a little lost in all and then comes back around to talk about hunting. ]
Consider that a promise for if you do decide to come - I like cooking, a lot, and if you want to go get the meat I'll make whatever I can from it. You might even learn a thing or two about - what, I guess for you it'd be old school? Southern food. [ sam laughs a little to himself but also to the conversation at hand, before something catches his attention back at the house. either someone calling for him, or maybe just a noise (god dam it julie and lloyd), but either way - sam's attention is now split. ]
Here- I've got to check on something. [ hosting mode: activated. ] You can come on in with me or just enjoy the party, but find me before you leave, alright? We'll get the whole ship thing scheduled. [ and then sam smiles - genuine, happy, content with how this has gone, as his hand clasps down on amos' shoulder. ]
I'm glad we finally met - Amos. For real.