Re: Ocean's: Ash & Sam
"Did you have to walk far to get here or something?" Nothing else was asked, though, until Sam had gotten her drink, and Ash couldn't help but grin as she pressed back against the cushion of the booth, watching her enjoy the ice cold beverage. It wasn't until Sam was sucking on an ice cube that she relaxed, a sip of her own coffee, not quite as hot as it had been but still just as good.
There was another grin at Sam's demands, and as much as she wanted to hear about how Sam was, she wasn't above showing her son off. "Being gone was good. Being home was better," Ash started, picking up her phone to pull up the most recent shots of Matthew. The phone was passed over to Sam, pictures of a lanky little boy with a mess of dark curls and big brown eyes, skin fairer than Ash's. The pictures went back a while, including more than a few of him with his Uncle Casey. "I still have to remind myself in the morning where I am, that this isn't Edinburgh, still. But things are good. Matthew's good. I'm good. Happy and healthy and all of that."