You're too optimistic. [Muttered morosely into the crook of his arm where it's folded across the edge of the couch, mouth and nose entirely buried. In a way (one he won't openly admit) there's a balm to be found in Sam's certainty: that for all he's seen, it hasn't devoured his ability to collect shards of potential possibility - unlike Ren, who aside from a single-minded determination finds the worst in everything.
His knees tuck in under the couch's lower lip; it's easy to feel lost in that looping, shared feedback.]
Sharing a bond doesn't mean we take comfort in one another.
[Only that their existence— their survival— is a baseline.]
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His knees tuck in under the couch's lower lip; it's easy to feel lost in that looping, shared feedback.]
Sharing a bond doesn't mean we take comfort in one another.
[Only that their existence— their survival— is a baseline.]
She barely knew me.