Re: 2200
"Nothin' to apologize for, just inter'sting, that's all," Sam laughed, grinning at the other man and running a hand back through his dark hair, as if he needed to busy himself with something, anything. "Hell, you make it sound like where I'm from," he smirked, only to blink when Jack told him the name of the town. He'd never heard of it, clearly, though he believed he knew New York City pretty well.
Sam held back on commenting about Jack's "dumb hair," though. He merely grinned and laughed, taking a big swig of beer instead.
"Hell, I'll take what I can get," he joked, shrugging and nodding. Sam didn't know what it was like to be the youngest - he was the oldest in his family. He also grew up very much alone, with his parents at work or whatever work they could find. There wasn't pressure on him, and perhaps there should have been, but at least his parents did approve of him going into the armed forces.
He shushed Jack and let out a good-natured grumble, shaking his head. "Nope, don't jinx anything, don't talk about it," he said, superstitious as usual." His green eyes went wide and he tried not to seem as interested as he really was when he asked, "You do the nose art?"