Re: Sam + Steve
Sam laughed, a soft chuckle of empathy at the relieved way Steve relaxed when Sam denied a photo op. It was somewhat of a relief to Sam, as well, that he hadn't scared the poor guy off. Not that it would last. Most of the Victors seemed to go out of their way to avoid him, even if they'd never met him. Avoiding what he represented, maybe. It was a conundrum.
He saw Steve studying him, and arched a brow, looking faintly amused. He knew he probably seemed a bit of a puzzle. Not dressed or altered in the outlandish fashions, denying an opportunity to fawn over a popular Victor, hiding in a corner away from the networking and socializing. Sam let himself bask, just for a moment or two, in the temporary fun of flummoxing someone. He couldn't let it last, of course. Lying to Steve never even crossed his mind. He felt a momentary pang of regret, though. When he wasn't smiling that million watt fake smile, Steve looked tired. Like he could use a friend. Yet most of the Victors seemed to have no desire to actually come talk to Sam about anything.
"Support," Sam said succinctly. He knew that wouldn't necessarily suffice as an explanation, however. "I work in Victor Support. I'm the Trauma Counselor none of you ever come visit," he explained wryly, smile curling his lips slightly. "I thought I'd come to... I don't even know, man, honestly. This wasn't anything like what I was expecting," he said flatly, his words carefully chosen.