WHO: Sam & Faith. WHAT: Talking. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: A pizza parlor. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
Sam was relieved. It seemed as though everything had been chaotic for Faith and the Hyperion over the past while. Constant threats, people being abducted - himself included - and then there was the repetitive feeling of something bad hanging high above their heads. It was all trouble, none of which Sam was ever very happy to see take place. He was tired of the fighting; tired of the war that they were all thrown into. Sam was more than prepared for the fights to end, even though he imagined that it wouldn't be a while until they did. If ever.
Now, though, he was pleased to find that the threats had boiled down a bit. It must have been a bit better back at the Hyperion now, otherwise Faith wouldn't have found the time to actually rest up and go out with him for dinner. He was grateful for the opportunity, as it was rather obvious that they both needed to talk. About what? Sam wasn't entirely certain as of yet, but he was confident that Faith would bring it up soon enough. At the thought, Sam glanced over at her, looking up and away from the glass of soda perched in front of him. They were situated at a table on the far side of the tiny restaurant. Just a normal couple sitting among the few other customers being served alongside them. Normal. Now that was funny.
Clearing his throat, Sam pushed his glass aside and leaned back in his chair. He examined Faith quietly for a moment before he finally said, "You sure you've been getting enough rest? You still look tired."