[ Seeing John was one thing. It hurt, of course, because the last thing he did with his father before his death was fight. As usual. And that was something he hadn't been able to make up for, something he hadn't put entirely behind him.
But, this... this, he wasn't prepared for, even if he'd been forewarned. Sam damn nearly drops the NV when she calls, matching her disgruntled and expressive look when he answers. But, he can't speak, not yet. His mouth runs dry, his voice lost in the sweep of the moment. He hasn't seen their mother since he was an infant, a few instances aside. There she was, staring avidly at him, and he has the unexplainable urge to toss the device aside, to go somewhere his past can't catch up with him and remind him of all the people who died because of him.
Sam doesn't do either of those things, of course. He unhinges his jaw, as if it's been set for days at a time, and takes a long, steadying breath. What can he possibly say to her, after... everything? ]
M... Mom.
[ Suddenly, he's a kid again, though still with a premature weight on his shoulders, and phenomenal pain in his chest. ]
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But, this... this, he wasn't prepared for, even if he'd been forewarned. Sam damn nearly drops the NV when she calls, matching her disgruntled and expressive look when he answers. But, he can't speak, not yet. His mouth runs dry, his voice lost in the sweep of the moment. He hasn't seen their mother since he was an infant, a few instances aside. There she was, staring avidly at him, and he has the unexplainable urge to toss the device aside, to go somewhere his past can't catch up with him and remind him of all the people who died because of him.
Sam doesn't do either of those things, of course. He unhinges his jaw, as if it's been set for days at a time, and takes a long, steadying breath. What can he possibly say to her, after... everything? ]
M... Mom.
[ Suddenly, he's a kid again, though still with a premature weight on his shoulders, and phenomenal pain in his chest. ]
... You're here.