[There's a definite shift in his expression. From calm and mildly bemused to something sharper, tenser. While he does his best to focus on what Sam had shown him -- on shielding his thoughts. The flash of purple light and metal hands dragging lights too bright locked doors and alien and sneaks through, regardless of his attempt to control.]
It's a long story. Not exactly lighthearted, either. [But that's a better question. Easier, anyway.] We try to save the universe.
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It's a long story. Not exactly lighthearted, either. [But that's a better question. Easier, anyway.] We try to save the universe.
... and yeah, I know how cheesy it sounds.