[ ah, so that's how it is. sam notices the hesitancy of the shake, that he gives his name but doesn't quite allow himself to reach back out for it. sam, now more curious than even before, watches those eyes shoot across the room and then come back to him, as harsh as ever.
sam doesn't react to the edge to them, brows lifting briefly, a friendliness to it almost in spite of the hardened reaction. it's a defensive mechanism, he's assuming. which just means he needs to take this a little slower ]
To talk to you, for one. [ sam's eyes go to the rag, the blood on the blonde, one of his brows lifting a bit higher. he'd watched the fight, knew that it wasn't his blood, necessarily, but that doesn't always mean he doesn't need to watch it when he's walking around. ] I can offer food on my dime and a chance for you to get cleaned up, in exchange. It won't be long.
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sam doesn't react to the edge to them, brows lifting briefly, a friendliness to it almost in spite of the hardened reaction. it's a defensive mechanism, he's assuming. which just means he needs to take this a little slower ]
To talk to you, for one. [ sam's eyes go to the rag, the blood on the blonde, one of his brows lifting a bit higher. he'd watched the fight, knew that it wasn't his blood, necessarily, but that doesn't always mean he doesn't need to watch it when he's walking around. ] I can offer food on my dime and a chance for you to get cleaned up, in exchange. It won't be long.