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Sᴀᴍ Aɴᴅᴇʀs ([personal profile] frakkincylons) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-05-31 06:19 am (UTC)

Doesn't matter. [ Sam shrugs. She won't remember it word for word, but pieces, maybe. Maybe just that Ren's voice was there. Sam remembers some study somewhere about talking to coma patients stimulating their brain, helping them gain awareness faster. Who knows. This isn't exactly a normal coma.

Another drink from his glass, longer, and he turns some, facing her on the couch rather than having his back to the edge of it. ]
Tell her stories, maybe. Stuff she's missing out on. Like when someone's gone, and you think of all these things you want to tell them, and show them . Like it only comes up after they're out of reach, you know?

[ he'd spoken about people leaving, before. dying. maybe he doesn't know, but sam gets the feeling there's at least an idea. either way, he's not going to pry about it, instead, folds his forearms on the edge of the couch and looks down at jessica a moment, before chatting like it's just a long distance skype call. ]

Jessica, there's all these idiot looking kids here with crap like neon purple eyes and cat tails and scales for skin, and they look like frakkin' cartoons. And here I am with no one to help me make fun of them. [ a beat, head tilting, with a small smile. ] So hurry up and get off your fat, lazy ass, Jones.

[ the bill adama school of "i love you, now wake the fuck up you asshole" ]

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