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They had me on a murder charge. You don't exactly walk away from that.
Wasn't me. But I was the only one left.
[ with a slight edge to his voice, like he's ready to get real defensive, real fast, if he has to. ]
[ with a slight edge to his voice, like he's ready to get real defensive, real fast, if he has to. ]
Nathan knows about it.
[ Who else would he tell? Talking about it to her's making him strangely uneasy as it is, that edginess still present in him. ]
[ Who else would he tell? Talking about it to her's making him strangely uneasy as it is, that edginess still present in him. ]
So if you can see right through me, why not take the hint?
[Six months ago, that would have made her shut down completely or get defensive. Now, she barely flinches.]
Because it usually ends up helping me once I suck up how scared I am.
[She nudges him again gently, trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
Look, I'm just saying... That shit is awful. I'm sorry you had to deal with it, you know?
Because it usually ends up helping me once I suck up how scared I am.
[She nudges him again gently, trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
Look, I'm just saying... That shit is awful. I'm sorry you had to deal with it, you know?
[ The fact that she doesn't back down from things, even when he'd really like her to, is one of the things about Kyna that he likes. But goddamn, does he want her to back off of this one. There's a brief pause, Sam looking at his glass like he's thinking of filling it again, and then-- ]
Let's talk about something else. Or do something else, I don't care.
[ Anything but having to say Thanks, you're right, it sucked. He's tempted to leave--she got her woes off her chest, they did what he came here to do. It's mostly pride that keeps him from getting up and stalking off. ]
Let's talk about something else. Or do something else, I don't care.
[ Anything but having to say Thanks, you're right, it sucked. He's tempted to leave--she got her woes off her chest, they did what he came here to do. It's mostly pride that keeps him from getting up and stalking off. ]
[She exhales.]
Okay.
[She knows, too, that pushing usually only makes it worse, when people try it with her at least. She hesitates for a second, then leans forward to hug him impulsively.]
Thanks for telling me. And thanks for listening to my crap.
Okay.
[She knows, too, that pushing usually only makes it worse, when people try it with her at least. She hesitates for a second, then leans forward to hug him impulsively.]
Thanks for telling me. And thanks for listening to my crap.
[ He lets her hug him; after a moment or two, he puts an arm around her as well and pats her back awkwardly. It feels like an admission of guilt, somehow.
Sam likes Kyna--likes her an embarrassing amount--but that doesn't change the fact that he'd rather pull his own teeth out than talk about the rough patches in his life like they were rough patches, rather than entertaining stories in retrospect. ]
Your crap's always welcome around here.
Sam likes Kyna--likes her an embarrassing amount--but that doesn't change the fact that he'd rather pull his own teeth out than talk about the rough patches in his life like they were rough patches, rather than entertaining stories in retrospect. ]
Your crap's always welcome around here.
Eh--
[ There are things he could tell her. He's got a few stories about Blackbeard she'd laugh at, could tell her about running all over the place with Nathan back when they were kids. But now all he can think of is how old stories'll threaten to turn into more like the prison break: Kyna looking at him like she feels sorry for him, asking if he's talked to anyone.
So he starts getting up instead, leaving his glass next to the bottle. ]
Should probably get going. I, uh--this was fun. Sorta. [ One corner of his mouth tugs up, a half-assed attempt at his usual crooked grin. ] See you around, yeah?
[ There are things he could tell her. He's got a few stories about Blackbeard she'd laugh at, could tell her about running all over the place with Nathan back when they were kids. But now all he can think of is how old stories'll threaten to turn into more like the prison break: Kyna looking at him like she feels sorry for him, asking if he's talked to anyone.
So he starts getting up instead, leaving his glass next to the bottle. ]
Should probably get going. I, uh--this was fun. Sorta. [ One corner of his mouth tugs up, a half-assed attempt at his usual crooked grin. ] See you around, yeah?
I guess we'll see. I'll meet you there.
[ Which is to say, he needs to change clothes (and he doesn't exactly have a lot of things to choose from at this point, let's be real) and mentally prepare himself. Not so much for Kyna but the rest of the possibilities that might lie ahead, such as a hangover and seven new connections he hadn't been intending to make.
He signals her on the phone upon arrival, seeking out Kyna. Blake's managed to at least looks presentable, but he's still using that scrub top under a sweater because options are limited. ]
Hey. Thanks for invitin' me. Guess we both needed a night out.
[ Which is to say, he needs to change clothes (and he doesn't exactly have a lot of things to choose from at this point, let's be real) and mentally prepare himself. Not so much for Kyna but the rest of the possibilities that might lie ahead, such as a hangover and seven new connections he hadn't been intending to make.
He signals her on the phone upon arrival, seeking out Kyna. Blake's managed to at least looks presentable, but he's still using that scrub top under a sweater because options are limited. ]
Hey. Thanks for invitin' me. Guess we both needed a night out.
[Kyna's snagged a booth off to the side, easy to spot from the door. The bar is nice, but much smaller than Red Wings. It's got a cozy vibe, and is clearly trying to mimic an old, historic Amsterdam bar with fake dark wood and low lighting. It's chill, which Kyna thought they could both use.
She waves a bit, wiggling her fingers when she spots him.]
Yeah, I guess so. You okay?
She waves a bit, wiggling her fingers when she spots him.]
Yeah, I guess so. You okay?
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