[ maybe there really is more for sam to say. maybe, knowing that the stage is set for words to be brought and for their messages to be heard, he should start in on all the things he had meant to say at other times that he'd held back. except that in the moment, here, in the silence exchanged as the two of them nod, in the understanding that floats in the air among the breeze, sam is alright with the silence. okay with what he maybe should bring up, but can't seem to find it in him to say. it's also possible that he simply doesn't have to - and that's an interesting thing to consider.
though he guesses he's not one to judge. he's made much faster friends than this.
plus, it's always been easy to talk about home. or, more specifically, it's always easy to talk about his family with people he can trust the information with. and honestly, it's been a while, now. not two years a while, definitely not five years, but longer than sam wanted to go, after everything he's already put her through. the thought of it, on top of the question that geralt finally asks, puts something of a somber smile on sam's face, a distant look in his eyes. ]
Every day. [ and its the truth, though geralt has no reason to think otherwise. sam misses sarah and the boys more now than he think he ever has, and that is in part because of his own guilt - leaving her so suddenly, having her work, on her own, for so much. she never should have had to do a fraction of what was put on her, and here he goes once again, vanishing on another mission. disappearing, after putting up so much of a stink, for another fight.
sam sighs, then, his eyes drifting off somewhere to the grass again. not on anything specific, but somewhere else. and then, moments later, sam blinks and he's back again - here, rather than somewhere else. ] But even when I was back there, I was away more than I was home with the job. [ he hasn't exactly told geralt about the whole avenger thing, or about the blip, being on the run. he saw a portion of it in the caves, which sam guesses should be enough to piece it together. sam runs a hand over the back of his head. ]
I guess that's kind of what makes it home, though. Something for you to come back to, to fight for. [ he shrugs. ] And my sister - Sarah - she's made of tough stuff, I know she can handle it. I just... [ wish i could be there more. ]
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though he guesses he's not one to judge. he's made much faster friends than this.
plus, it's always been easy to talk about home. or, more specifically, it's always easy to talk about his family with people he can trust the information with. and honestly, it's been a while, now. not two years a while, definitely not five years, but longer than sam wanted to go, after everything he's already put her through. the thought of it, on top of the question that geralt finally asks, puts something of a somber smile on sam's face, a distant look in his eyes. ]
Every day. [ and its the truth, though geralt has no reason to think otherwise. sam misses sarah and the boys more now than he think he ever has, and that is in part because of his own guilt - leaving her so suddenly, having her work, on her own, for so much. she never should have had to do a fraction of what was put on her, and here he goes once again, vanishing on another mission. disappearing, after putting up so much of a stink, for another fight.
sam sighs, then, his eyes drifting off somewhere to the grass again. not on anything specific, but somewhere else. and then, moments later, sam blinks and he's back again - here, rather than somewhere else. ] But even when I was back there, I was away more than I was home with the job. [ he hasn't exactly told geralt about the whole avenger thing, or about the blip, being on the run. he saw a portion of it in the caves, which sam guesses should be enough to piece it together. sam runs a hand over the back of his head. ]
I guess that's kind of what makes it home, though. Something for you to come back to, to fight for. [ he shrugs. ] And my sister - Sarah - she's made of tough stuff, I know she can handle it. I just... [ wish i could be there more. ]