The guilt doesn't quite dissipate, but it sets him at some easy that the damage ain't so bad as to be setting Sam off. Always so far better together is he. Always being to have some sense of rolling along. He smiles a bit, at the bump, sway just slightly back.
He knew... a little about that, the Hel--Psiioniic's family. He never got to see it. Never had all four of them gone being here at the same time, and never even with three did it get on no feasibility. Shit was too broken. Because of him, both in pasts of being here and his future that would have been. But still, he heard enough.
Of course it's Sam to bring the Psiioniic to cheer. He settles back, lowering himself down. Then is torn between smiling fond and choking on a horrified laugh.
"LEAST IF YOU GET CAUGHT UP IN THEM FAMILIALS, THERE'S STILL SWEETS. Sam here makes on these things what's is pancakes, like mouth miracles, straight up."
A moment more and he's shifting toward Sam and his smore making to ask, "SAM? Can I have one?" He'd make his own, except those sticks were the Psiioniic's. Motherfucker probably wouldn't want him touching them. He'd not test his luck.
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He knew... a little about that, the Hel--Psiioniic's family. He never got to see it. Never had all four of them gone being here at the same time, and never even with three did it get on no feasibility. Shit was too broken. Because of him, both in pasts of being here and his future that would have been. But still, he heard enough.
Of course it's Sam to bring the Psiioniic to cheer. He settles back, lowering himself down. Then is torn between smiling fond and choking on a horrified laugh.
"LEAST IF YOU GET CAUGHT UP IN THEM FAMILIALS, THERE'S STILL SWEETS. Sam here makes on these things what's is pancakes, like mouth miracles, straight up."
A moment more and he's shifting toward Sam and his smore making to ask, "SAM? Can I have one?" He'd make his own, except those sticks were the Psiioniic's. Motherfucker probably wouldn't want him touching them. He'd not test his luck.