Generally, if there's one thing Sam could note about himself that he knew would never change, it's the fact that he doesn't care. About anyone, anything, just...he doesn't care at all.
But for some odd reason, he finds himself being drawn back to stories, mostly ones of the fantasy genre. He knows it's because he used to read those type of stories to his little sister to help her go to sleep. She never grew tired of them, and why he should he? Even after all that happened to him, he finds that being with a good book of fairytales is the closest thing he'll find to remembering what it was like before.
So, he's hanging out in one of the more obscure bookstores, glad for the peace and quiet, when he sees Nick come in. He shrinks against the bookstore he's standing in front of in an attempt to not be noticed, silently watching the man with an unreadable expression.
Who knows, maybe the guy knew a book he hadn't heard of yet. It would be in his best interest to eavesdrop.
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Generally, if there's one thing Sam could note about himself that he knew would never change, it's the fact that he doesn't care. About anyone, anything, just...he doesn't care at all.
But for some odd reason, he finds himself being drawn back to stories, mostly ones of the fantasy genre. He knows it's because he used to read those type of stories to his little sister to help her go to sleep. She never grew tired of them, and why he should he? Even after all that happened to him, he finds that being with a good book of fairytales is the closest thing he'll find to remembering what it was like before.
So, he's hanging out in one of the more obscure bookstores, glad for the peace and quiet, when he sees Nick come in. He shrinks against the bookstore he's standing in front of in an attempt to not be noticed, silently watching the man with an unreadable expression.
Who knows, maybe the guy knew a book he hadn't heard of yet. It would be in his best interest to eavesdrop.