RP: OSP Who: Sam, G, Savannah, Deeks, Jenna and Sean Where: their house When: evening March 31, 2011 Summary: When things get tense, Sam trains more
Words has been at a minimum since Sunday. No one had been rude or sulky. No, everyone had gone out of his or her way to do what was being told and avoid discussions. Only Savannah kept talking, but then she had been talking with bruised ribs, so Sam didn't expect her to shut up any time soon. This orderly world would have been perfect if it hadn't been fake.
It was different with G. When they didn't talk, it was because they didn't need to. This was a tense silence, each person avoiding talking, which again was fine with Sam, except that G was hinting that it was time to talk again and after that car ride, he decided that there was one way to clear his mind: training.
He didn't think he'd said anything substantial at dinner in days. Today, he did: "After dinner, training clothes. Basement." The silence was good because there were no questions.