InsaneJournal

Sam wasn't really the best at comforting people. There was a tendancy to ramble and saying things that he shouldn't. And metaphors. Usually an over-kill of those. Sam's brain tended to process as is. It was, he saw it, he did it, he got over it. His emotions usually had to play a bit of a catch up, but in the end, it all worked out for him. So long there wasn't long unnecessary agonizing over things. That was where Sam tended to trip up. Running himself in circles, because the rest of him was attempting to play catch up to what was already coming out of his mouth without much process. And since there usually was a million ways to say things that he really didn't want to say but people were expected to say or were expecting him to say .. yeah, well. Trip ups. Which was why he typically kept all encouraging words to the minimum, "Keep your chin up", pat on the back and move on.

There'd been a girl he dated once, a girl that could have been the girl if Sam had been so inclined to think that way ... maybe let his brain slow down some, that'd told him that him comforting was as good as an elephant peeling a banana. To this day, Sam didn't get it. Elephant's good peel banana's. Sure not with their ... whatever it was that they had, but with their trunks they could. He wasn't sure if the analogy had been on purpose or if she'd just not realized that elephant trunks were pretty mobile things.

Shaking his head, Sam pushed the thought away and knocked on the door of the apartment that his ma was staying. He never even considered saying, "Keep your chin up" to his ma and then offering her a beer. First thought in his head had been to go check if she was alright. However, now that he was here. He didn't have the slightest thing to say.