[ it just nearly starts to feel a bit embarrassing, or perhaps more than a bit, but those would fall into jaskier's own merits. that sam can bring up all of this and not feel like he's giving a speech. that he can be sam wilson and talk about helping people and not feel like he's just trying to puff out his chest. steve had always been genuine - which had included his own beliefs. the speeches he gave. the way he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that people would do the right thing, if given a chance.
sam is just sam, and yet jaskier is here, inspiring philosophical discussions that could have rivaled vision. it's so far out of sam's depth he's not even sure if he should be apologizing or changing the subject, if this is what jaskier had even planned for when he walked in here. it's a bit of a heavy topic, for a casual first conversation, but sam looks over to the other all the same. ]
No, they won't. [ many won't give them a second thought. that hasn't changed. probably won't, ever. ] But that's kind of the point, you know? Many won't, so it's that much more important that a few do.
[ and then sam is grinning, hiding whatever blush or sheepishness that had broken it's way through. he leans forward a bit from where he's sitting, his hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. it's a bit like suddenly becoming aware that you're being recorded, the quick awareness of just about everything - how someone might see you, what it is you sound like. sam has had his moments where it hadn't mattered, where he's gotten carried away and verbally torn through a bunch of senators on live tv - but again, something about this is a little more open. more him, and less cap. ]
Sorry 'bout that. I kind of went off for a second. [ he laughs, easing himself through the intensity of that moment and back into something easier. more casual. he can see how good jaskier is at his own work - if his job is getting stories, he's certainly good at getting sam to open up beyond ways that sam really expected to. he hopes he won't get thee wrong idea of sam from this. he's fine talking, but the gravity of their conversation is usually saved for family. ] Don't jinx us, though. Maybe we can avoid worse until we get the rest of our people out of the dungeon, yeah?
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sam is just sam, and yet jaskier is here, inspiring philosophical discussions that could have rivaled vision. it's so far out of sam's depth he's not even sure if he should be apologizing or changing the subject, if this is what jaskier had even planned for when he walked in here. it's a bit of a heavy topic, for a casual first conversation, but sam looks over to the other all the same. ]
No, they won't. [ many won't give them a second thought. that hasn't changed. probably won't, ever. ] But that's kind of the point, you know? Many won't, so it's that much more important that a few do.
[ and then sam is grinning, hiding whatever blush or sheepishness that had broken it's way through. he leans forward a bit from where he's sitting, his hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. it's a bit like suddenly becoming aware that you're being recorded, the quick awareness of just about everything - how someone might see you, what it is you sound like. sam has had his moments where it hadn't mattered, where he's gotten carried away and verbally torn through a bunch of senators on live tv - but again, something about this is a little more open. more him, and less cap. ]
Sorry 'bout that. I kind of went off for a second. [ he laughs, easing himself through the intensity of that moment and back into something easier. more casual. he can see how good jaskier is at his own work - if his job is getting stories, he's certainly good at getting sam to open up beyond ways that sam really expected to. he hopes he won't get thee wrong idea of sam from this. he's fine talking, but the gravity of their conversation is usually saved for family. ] Don't jinx us, though. Maybe we can avoid worse until we get the rest of our people out of the dungeon, yeah?