[ Sam is good at being... well, Sam. He's smart and sharp and watches his counterpart enough to know the stupid little tics that he exhibits when he's feeling guilty, or nervous, or just generally depressed.
When he sees Cami, he smiles easily, though it's held back with the (fabricated) worries of someone in a difficult situation. ]
Cami, hey. [ He chuckles lightly, glad to see her in earnest, though not for the same reasons the Real Sam might be. ] I'm... Y'know. [ He shrugs weakly; the rifts speak for themselves. ] What about you? Have you gotten anywhere near the, uh... tears?
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When he sees Cami, he smiles easily, though it's held back with the (fabricated) worries of someone in a difficult situation. ]
Cami, hey. [ He chuckles lightly, glad to see her in earnest, though not for the same reasons the Real Sam might be. ] I'm... Y'know. [ He shrugs weakly; the rifts speak for themselves. ] What about you? Have you gotten anywhere near the, uh... tears?