There they go, that’s what Sam’d been shooting for. Weak or not, Sam’ll take it, and he shoots a smile back as he exaggerates the effects
When he leans back, he slides his arm around Kurloz’s shoulder. There’s a lot they could talk about, but Sam doesn’t really want to talk right now.
Well. Not about any of what they probably should, anyway.
“Last time I was in a place this cold sitting around a campfire, I was in the middle of the desert. It’s crazy, you know, most of the time you’re cooking, but in the middle of the night it’s goddamn freezing and you’re huddled together around a fire, missing the heat. Ri, he was the worst one of all. Midafternoon, he’d be bitching about feeling like a hot dog or a fried egg or whatever other food he was craving right then, come nighttime? I swear, that dumbass had the coldest hands and feet of anyone I ever met.”
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When he leans back, he slides his arm around Kurloz’s shoulder. There’s a lot they could talk about, but Sam doesn’t really want to talk right now.
Well. Not about any of what they probably should, anyway.
“Last time I was in a place this cold sitting around a campfire, I was in the middle of the desert. It’s crazy, you know, most of the time you’re cooking, but in the middle of the night it’s goddamn freezing and you’re huddled together around a fire, missing the heat. Ri, he was the worst one of all. Midafternoon, he’d be bitching about feeling like a hot dog or a fried egg or whatever other food he was craving right then, come nighttime? I swear, that dumbass had the coldest hands and feet of anyone I ever met.”