[Ah, right. Making a decision. Trying to move forward as if this is a completely standard conversation. Sam's the type of person who can repress a lot, but he also feels openly, too. There's a strong cross there, a parallel of selves. He never had anything like the Aerie before, not to such an extensive degree.
But then, no one else has been dragged into his crap like that in a long time. The closest he got was to being the foretold killer of Rowena, and that kinda worked out in her favor. She's digging the Queen of Hell lifestyle, anyway.]
Somewhere, uh—[Private? Private would be best. But would that be more awkward? He swallows, visibly trying to figure it out.] Somewhere outdoors? If it's not too hot. I mean, it's pretty bad out there, but—well, it's up to you.
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But then, no one else has been dragged into his crap like that in a long time. The closest he got was to being the foretold killer of Rowena, and that kinda worked out in her favor. She's digging the Queen of Hell lifestyle, anyway.]
Somewhere, uh—[Private? Private would be best. But would that be more awkward? He swallows, visibly trying to figure it out.] Somewhere outdoors? If it's not too hot. I mean, it's pretty bad out there, but—well, it's up to you.