[ Very, very true - but not the reason they're sitting together, not right now. Still, he's going to enjoy the view while he can. He quirks a little half smile at that - files away the way Arthur'd caught onto the phrasing - and answers easy and honest. ]
Night terrors. Not a lot of fun getting stuck in 'em on repeat, whether they're mine or someone else's.
[ Arthur's speaking from personal experience, here. Sam knows what that looks like, and for a moment, he's almost frustrated. He wants that connection between Hosts, wants to be able to curl his wings around the edges of Arthur's mind, staying out of it but being within easy reach all the same. He wants to be able to open the door to how about you show me your reality and I'll show you mine - not now, not yet, but maybe, maybe, he wants the possibility.
He wonders how Arthur would do in the Nest.
But he can't know, and he lets it go as he takes the bottle back from Arthur. It could be an accident, the way his fingers brush a little more of Arthur's than they have to, but for once it's more about support than appreciation. Sam's speaking from personal experience, too, and he rolls the bottle between his hands. ]
How would you even believe them? They've have to be able to prove it, have to be real damn good talkers. [ He takes another drink, because he feels like he needs it right about now, and offers it back over. ] Or you'd have to be able to trust them more than you believed in your own version of reality.
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[ Very, very true - but not the reason they're sitting together, not right now. Still, he's going to enjoy the view while he can. He quirks a little half smile at that - files away the way Arthur'd caught onto the phrasing - and answers easy and honest. ]
Night terrors. Not a lot of fun getting stuck in 'em on repeat, whether they're mine or someone else's.
[ Arthur's speaking from personal experience, here. Sam knows what that looks like, and for a moment, he's almost frustrated. He wants that connection between Hosts, wants to be able to curl his wings around the edges of Arthur's mind, staying out of it but being within easy reach all the same. He wants to be able to open the door to how about you show me your reality and I'll show you mine - not now, not yet, but maybe, maybe, he wants the possibility.
He wonders how Arthur would do in the Nest.
But he can't know, and he lets it go as he takes the bottle back from Arthur. It could be an accident, the way his fingers brush a little more of Arthur's than they have to, but for once it's more about support than appreciation. Sam's speaking from personal experience, too, and he rolls the bottle between his hands. ]
How would you even believe them? They've have to be able to prove it, have to be real damn good talkers. [ He takes another drink, because he feels like he needs it right about now, and offers it back over. ] Or you'd have to be able to trust them more than you believed in your own version of reality.