"Have you ever thought … about what it would be like to see different parts of the world?"
Lying on his bed – well, not his bed, but his for the week – upside-down, feet braced against the wall opposite him, Sam makes a contemplative little frown as he thinks about the question. Across from him, sitting on the floor against the other wall of the too-tiny motel room, Sully waits with the patience of a saint.
"Maybe. But there are a lot of places in the world. How do you even pick what you wanna see first?"
It's Sully's turn to make a thoughtful sort of face, his expression morphing from impassive and content into something a little deeper, eyes narrowed at a nondescript patch of floor, brows knit above them. "I guess I'd have to write all the names of the places I wanted to see down, toss 'em in a hat, and pick one at random." He picks his gaze up, face brightening back into his familiar smile. "It'd be like a game! And you'd always be surprised at where you'd end up going next."
Sam accepts this answer with a grin of his own, and he briefly knocks his heels against the wall as he thinks. "Have you ever thought … about what you would eat if you could only ever eat one thing for the rest of your life?" His eyes are bright as gemstones, and it's clear that he thinks this question is golden, something that his friend is going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon figuring out.
Instead, Sully shakes his head with the confidence of someone that has had this figured out only since forever, and Sam suddenly thinks that he might need to think a little bit harder about the things he wants to ask. "Easy. Jelly beans."
"Really? Just jelly beans?"
"Well, all of them except the purple ones. Those are gross."
"Yeah, they are gross."
There's a pause, a moment of companionable silence in which Sam knocks his heels against the wall again, tapping out an arrhythmic little beat that sounds almost like it's meant to be Morse code.
talk to me; ( delight )
Lying on his bed – well, not his bed, but his for the week – upside-down, feet braced against the wall opposite him, Sam makes a contemplative little frown as he thinks about the question. Across from him, sitting on the floor against the other wall of the too-tiny motel room, Sully waits with the patience of a saint.
"Maybe. But there are a lot of places in the world. How do you even pick what you wanna see first?"
It's Sully's turn to make a thoughtful sort of face, his expression morphing from impassive and content into something a little deeper, eyes narrowed at a nondescript patch of floor, brows knit above them. "I guess I'd have to write all the names of the places I wanted to see down, toss 'em in a hat, and pick one at random." He picks his gaze up, face brightening back into his familiar smile. "It'd be like a game! And you'd always be surprised at where you'd end up going next."
Sam accepts this answer with a grin of his own, and he briefly knocks his heels against the wall as he thinks. "Have you ever thought … about what you would eat if you could only ever eat one thing for the rest of your life?" His eyes are bright as gemstones, and it's clear that he thinks this question is golden, something that his friend is going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon figuring out.
Instead, Sully shakes his head with the confidence of someone that has had this figured out only since forever, and Sam suddenly thinks that he might need to think a little bit harder about the things he wants to ask. "Easy. Jelly beans."
"Really? Just jelly beans?"
"Well, all of them except the purple ones. Those are gross."
"Yeah, they are gross."
There's a pause, a moment of companionable silence in which Sam knocks his heels against the wall again, tapping out an arrhythmic little beat that sounds almost like it's meant to be Morse code.
"Have you ever thought …"