Re: log; peggy and sam conquer the world
"I think we all do that every day," Sam said of fighting herself. She knew that shit better than most, yeah? Every day, she woke up hungry for a fucking needle. Every single day, she jonesed. But here she was, dry, and even the days she fell off the wagon were days now. She didn't let them stretch into weeks or months, and that had been an accomplishment, yeah? And she guessed that wasn't the kind of war Peggy was talking about, because she was pretty sure this woman had never touched a recreational drug, but she figured it was all related, yeah? Different battle, but same premise.
"My brother and my-" A pause, because she and Neil had never actually formalized anything. It had been three years of 'up in the air,' yeah? "My brother and his brother. Adopted," she clarified after a pause, because she knew that entire family dynamic was weird and hard to understand or whatever.
And Sam could tell the woman wanted to wash up. She might not have school smarts, but Sam was fucking amazing at observation. She thought maybe it had to do with the painting thing, yeah? But there were little tells and little tics, so she nodded as Peggy said she was going to use the powder room.
When the door shut, Sam turned. Might as well walk through the halls a little while, yeah?