10-23-2013, 09:59 AM
Sam's gaze lowers. She nods once, distracted and thoughtful, and again more definitively before lifting her chin. "Good," she says. "Maybe I can see her sometime." 'Maybe' because time. 'Maybe' because it's not up to her whether she can or can't. And 'maybe' because Sam saw that woman so broken she couldn't be roused to save her own child, a child that's now Sam's to raise. That complicates her feelings just a bit.
"Are you doing okay here?" she asks then. She means as far as supplies and help go, but with everything that's been happening lately, Sam wouldn't blame him if Hosea wanted to talk to someone over the age of eighteen a little longer.
"Are you doing okay here?" she asks then. She means as far as supplies and help go, but with everything that's been happening lately, Sam wouldn't blame him if Hosea wanted to talk to someone over the age of eighteen a little longer.