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There's something about the act of cooking that Sam takes a solace in. Maybe it's the control of measuring your own ingredients. It's a dash of pepper, a teaspoon of salt, a quart of something else, but it's what you've picked and chosen. Plus, with the bruise on his face and the confused ego to boot, he needs all the control he can get.
He feels like the bedroom is a war zone lately and yes, so he's contributed greatly to that. So what? So Gene gets no blame for being an overly testosterone fueled man? Alex isn't driving him madder with whatever the hell she's talking about when she drinks?
Annie isn't to blame because she left him when he's staying put?
He douses several chopped up mangoes in a spicy sauce made of herbs that he can find and lets it all simmer on the pan, steam flying up around him and hiding the bruise on his face for just a moment. He can cook to his heart's content, but it's never going to bring him back home. It's never going to make things get any easier. And unfortunately for him, it's never going to make the bloody radio he's got with him stop.
He's ignoring it, really, best he can. It's just hard to forget that his brain occasionally wants him to go over the edge.
Sam Tyler is responding well to increased stimuli to the nerves controlling emotional reactions within the brain, it tells him as he seasons the fowl he's cooking with pepper. We'll give it another round, when he's not... But then it trails off and music returns. Sam doesn't even acknowledge his curiosity as to what had been coming next. It's not like the radio's ever talked back in all his time being mad and in the past or in tropical paradise.
He feels like the bedroom is a war zone lately and yes, so he's contributed greatly to that. So what? So Gene gets no blame for being an overly testosterone fueled man? Alex isn't driving him madder with whatever the hell she's talking about when she drinks?
Annie isn't to blame because she left him when he's staying put?
He douses several chopped up mangoes in a spicy sauce made of herbs that he can find and lets it all simmer on the pan, steam flying up around him and hiding the bruise on his face for just a moment. He can cook to his heart's content, but it's never going to bring him back home. It's never going to make things get any easier. And unfortunately for him, it's never going to make the bloody radio he's got with him stop.
He's ignoring it, really, best he can. It's just hard to forget that his brain occasionally wants him to go over the edge.
Sam Tyler is responding well to increased stimuli to the nerves controlling emotional reactions within the brain, it tells him as he seasons the fowl he's cooking with pepper. We'll give it another round, when he's not... But then it trails off and music returns. Sam doesn't even acknowledge his curiosity as to what had been coming next. It's not like the radio's ever talked back in all his time being mad and in the past or in tropical paradise.