[ which...again, jesper's not wrong. sam's not actually going to take that way from him, because jesper is skinny. because jesper seems the type to always look like he's skipped a meal, and sam feels that genetic need to feed him come echoing through the generations, the ancestors. for now, sam is content to know that jesper has his feet under him. that he's got a room, and that mag keeps him busy.
once upon a time, sam's place wasn't all that different from jesper's. just looking for a place to go, somewhere to get his feet settled, where someone else was making the decisions and giving the orders. the big difference, though, is that sam learned pretty quickly after riley's death that he wasn't as into that. being given orders. being expected to do anything he was asked.
there is also the simple fact that he worries about the war because he doesn't want jesper to have to. because someone will, so it might as well be him.
for now, though, jesper flashes him a smile that sam reads as mischevious, more than anything else. still, he listens as jesper continues, his brows raised and waiting until he hears that key phrase - joining this restoration team and then jesper is just going to get the full, proud, dad excitement that has sam reaching out with both hands and clapping them on jesper's shoulders. ]
Wait seriously? Hell yeah, kid. Alucard's good people, you don't need to worry about him. Ask him about his baking. [ a nod, a little shake, and then sam's letting go. holding his hands up in mock-defensiveness. ] Okay okay, I won't take the food back. You'll need your strength for... [ he looks up, and around them, before giving jesper a smile. ] What sort of skills, though?
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[ which...again, jesper's not wrong. sam's not actually going to take that way from him, because jesper is skinny. because jesper seems the type to always look like he's skipped a meal, and sam feels that genetic need to feed him come echoing through the generations, the ancestors. for now, sam is content to know that jesper has his feet under him. that he's got a room, and that mag keeps him busy.
once upon a time, sam's place wasn't all that different from jesper's. just looking for a place to go, somewhere to get his feet settled, where someone else was making the decisions and giving the orders. the big difference, though, is that sam learned pretty quickly after riley's death that he wasn't as into that. being given orders. being expected to do anything he was asked.
there is also the simple fact that he worries about the war because he doesn't want jesper to have to. because someone will, so it might as well be him.
for now, though, jesper flashes him a smile that sam reads as mischevious, more than anything else. still, he listens as jesper continues, his brows raised and waiting until he hears that key phrase - joining this restoration team and then jesper is just going to get the full, proud, dad excitement that has sam reaching out with both hands and clapping them on jesper's shoulders. ]
Wait seriously? Hell yeah, kid. Alucard's good people, you don't need to worry about him. Ask him about his baking. [ a nod, a little shake, and then sam's letting go. holding his hands up in mock-defensiveness. ] Okay okay, I won't take the food back. You'll need your strength for... [ he looks up, and around them, before giving jesper a smile. ] What sort of skills, though?