Re: Quicklog: Vegas, Sam & Mere
[Sam laughed easy. Young, she was used to looking at the bright side of everything. She wasn't good at dark, and she liked daylight and sunshine. She hated rain, and that was probably telling, so she thought it was good, yeah? Meredith joking about scaring kids. And the woman did look good. For all that she was maybe fucked up hard inside, she looked good, and Sam was still stupid enough to think that looking good made some difference. Like looking good meant feeling good, and she didn't get yet that the two things weren't really related like that.
They were at the bench, then, sitting, and Sam was quiet as she turned her face up to the bright. Yeah, she felt bad about Cris, but right then there was sun on her face. She wasn't locked up in some Jersey joint or whatever, and that was huge.
Meredith was talking about Neil and Lou, and Sam blinked ink up at the sun.] Yeah, they're sibs, like me and Lou are, but adopted. [Which was still weird, yeah? But she smiled over at Meredith and squeezed back when Meredith squeezed her hand.] We'll be ok, yeah? You'll see.
[And Sam, she was stupid and young, and she believed it.]