"You make a good sandwich." It was a compliment. He had to make his own sandwiches for lunch sometimes and they generally sucked. Ruby piled it all on just right, which was interesting because Sam always thought that there wasn't really any special way to do it. Sandwiches were supposed to suck. "I -"
Huh? She wanted him to write her? Sam laughed a little. "I could write you, but I don't think you'll be able to write me back." He shrugged awkwardly, the smile in his face dying a little bit. "We move around a lot. By the time you wrote a letter and sent it to me, I'd probably be gone to the next place. But...yeah! I could write to you. And there's always the phone. And I could visit every once and a while, maybe."
Yeah, he was grasping at straws with that. Sam had a hard time seeing people unless they were Hunters or old family friends. And even they didn't get seen more than once or twice in a couple years, if ever again at all. It was disappointing.