Wasting time we could be using for what, sitting around staring at her instead? [ what work they could do for the mission they'll probably need to get to tomorrow morning, and Sam figures if Ren had a lead to chase at the moment, he'd be chasing it.

but it should be noted that it's fucking hilarious that saying something nice is what slams Ren into a halt. for a moment, he wishes there were someone around who'd be amused at that thought as much as he is. maybe he'll mention it to angel later. ]

If there's even a chance it'd help her brain start back up, what's it hurt to try it? [ other than his pride, which is a fairly huge deal for Ren, but if he's in here sometime later and no one's around to hear him, what'll it matter? ] I'm just saying, you don't have to do it now, or at all, but it's worth thinking about. There's been studies on this shit.

[ it's science, ren. but with that he'll let it go, though not before make a short stage-whisper to their vacant broodmate. ] Jessica, Ren doesn't think you're fat.

[ flopping himself back around to use the couch as a backrest once more, Sam slouches down, glass of whiskey-like space drink cradled against his chest and limbs feeling a bit loose. ]