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

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Entry tags:*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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Re: Sam/Sean (Troy?)
[info]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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