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Tweak says, "oh thats cute"

Sam Hanna (sam_hanna) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2013-06-05 09:26:00

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*complete, 2013 06, character: sam hanna, character: sean hanna, character: tamira johnson

RP: Sam, Sean, Tamira
Who: Sam, Sean, Tamira
Where: Camp Site
When: Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Summary: Sam takes some time to talk to his family

Sam, like the other three, was walking around making sure that their directions were being followed. He knew better than to expect people to follow directions without them staying on top of things. He might be distrustful, but he wasn't their friend. He was the one responsible for their safety. Still he made two stops.

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Sam/Sean (Troy?)

sam_hanna
2013-06-05 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Sam found his son before Tamira, or maybe he just needed to talk to him first. As much as Savannah talked about one family, Sean and Jenna were his, they had grown up with him (even if he wasn't physically around). It was different. Not that he would tell her. He wasn't interested in hurting anyone.

When he got closer, he just pulled Sean by his camo shirt and hugged him again. He might not be good with words, but he knew this would work with his son. "I missed you."

He pulled back and took a good look at him. "You look good. Reese must have worked you hard. How's your hand?"

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Re: Sam/Sean (Troy?)

sean_hanna
2013-06-07 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"Missed you, too." Hugs were good. Hugs were always good. Hugs from his Dad were better than good. "You realize there are five months of those stored up now, right?" Sean grinned as his dad let go. "I figure they'll run out about Christmas and then you can go back to occasional hugging," he mock-threatened.

Looking down at himself, Sean shrugged. "Not as hard as Savannah and I wanted." Holding up his hand, he wiggled the fingers. "Seems to be holding steady. Haven't had time to play a lot last two or three months, but I'd call it a hundred percent mobility for a non-musician. Still need to work on my span for sax a little more." With no piano, real piano, available he was pretty much screwed on ever getting his full range of motion back there. He might be able to keep stretching, but strength training the fingers for that specific touch was going to be next to impossible here. "Or I would if this wasn't a sound-free zone. Is this time when I can start bitching about wanting to play so you feel like you never left?"

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Re: Sam/Sean (Troy?)

sam_hanna
2013-06-07 08:28 pm UTC (link)

"I was thinking more five days, one per each month," he answered, only partially joking. He might feel the need to hug his son right now,but he knew himself well enough to know that it would fade long before Sean would be ready to stop. Although thinking about it, Sean never wanted to stop. It was habit for him and not need.

"You and Savannah shared a common goal and didn't achieve it? Now that is more surprising than finding a way here," he said with a snort. The news about the fingers was reassuring, which make it okay to joke about it. "Oh, you can play, move your fingers, play the music, just make sure not to blow any air into the sax and let the music stay in your head. It works fine, and if you can do that, then you can't bitch."

He cupped Sean's cheek for a moment, before pulling back. "You know I'm really not good at this." Asking questions seemed wrong, when he knew that things weren't okay. He was used to the silences that were more telling than words. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for Jenna."

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