[For Jess]

[unchosen_son]

Sam didn't exactly know where he was going to start. He knew he and Jess had a lot to talk about and none of them were exactly easy things, at all. So he'd stocked up on a couple of bottles of alcohol after pleading for them and had made his way back to the hut, breathing in and out and trying to be calm as he rejoined her.

"Okay, so I've got all the alcohol we need to kill our brain cells," he announced with a weary smile. "I guess now we talk."