I'm particular about my ruffling. You should know that by now. [ sam will keep it up, too - letting the grin split his face as the other man closes the distance and taps at his chest, playing up the exhausted sigh as his eyes roll. ]

Yeah, yeah, keep the flattery going until I know for sure what you want. [ which is also an act, at this point. sam is never someone to turn away a friend, especially not when he feels it - somewhere in his gut - that the topic of this conversation is on the weightier side. ] Bet hey- I'm not gonna say no to drinks. I'm all yours.

[ sam picks up on the unspoken indicators here - the lead in, the fact cid has come searching for him here, the things he hasn't yet said. their tone and easy back and forth might be playful for now, but sam is well acquainted with the use of humor to ease into something far from. even more so when cid finally starts in on why he came today, though slowly.

he pauses, watching cid as he mentions dust bunnies and odd memories and then, as he trails off, sam lets out a slow breath. nods, once as he walks over to cid's side and sets a hand on his shoulder. it's not to push him, exactly, but more of an invitation to walk with him out of the main entrance of the museum. ] Let's get that drink, and then we can talk.