Sam believed for a long time that he was damned, or cursed, or both. It wasn’t a hard leap to make considering all the losses he’d suffered, and all the mistakes and misfortunes that had led him to where he was. What had been hard was letting himself believe that that wasn’t the case, though clearly he still had the odd relapse from time to time.
Sam lifted his newly poured glass, he smiled ruefully. “I’ll drink to that since there’s nothing else for it really.” he agreed, trying not to dwell too much on the ‘far away’, being that Gretel was still there. He smirked at John’s statement. “I think it’d be safe to say that’s an understatement.”
He took another drink and set his glass down on the bar again, raising his eyebrows at John as his curiousity piqued. “Maybe.” He said, his head tilted slightly. “What exactly did you have in mind?”