"I'm expendable is what you're saying," Sam says, though he doesn't sound insulted. He isn't insulted. If anything, he's vaguely amused, and strangely appreciative of Robin's honesty. Years ago Sam might've taken it more personally, but he's changed a lot since then. Losing the most important person in your life, twice, will do that to a person, he assumes.
He holds his glass out when Robin offers a tilt of the whiskey and then quickly knocks it back before letting out a hearty breath. His blood is warm and there's a prickle in the base of his spine. Anticipation. Excitement. Sam's not the kind to hunt just for the thrill of it, he never has been. But this feels more purposeful than it has in awhile. Robin isn't a friend exactly, but he's someone specifically seeking out Sam's help. And that means something.
Setting his beer bottle down, Sam extends his hand. "Alright, you've got a deal. But I reserve the right to call in assistance from anyone I choose should I need it."
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Date: 2013-02-15 09:07 am (UTC)He holds his glass out when Robin offers a tilt of the whiskey and then quickly knocks it back before letting out a hearty breath. His blood is warm and there's a prickle in the base of his spine. Anticipation. Excitement. Sam's not the kind to hunt just for the thrill of it, he never has been. But this feels more purposeful than it has in awhile. Robin isn't a friend exactly, but he's someone specifically seeking out Sam's help. And that means something.
Setting his beer bottle down, Sam extends his hand. "Alright, you've got a deal. But I reserve the right to call in assistance from anyone I choose should I need it."