(no subject)
Most of the time, Sam remained pretty convinced that Marvin was adjusting to this place a hell of a lot better than he had (or ever would). Granted, that made a lot of sense - life for a dog was probably a lot simpler than a person's, whatever similarities Sam might have found in their backgrounds - but was still of note even so. The island was a whole lot different than L.A., after all, and yet, after just about a month, it seemed as if Marvin had never been anywhere else. Sam, on the other hand, had been here for five times that, and there were days it was still completely beyond him. He'd always been stubborn, though, and had a suspicion that that was mostly to do with how much he hadn't stopped thinking about home, and what he could be doing if he were there. All that time, he'd avoided anything involving ENCOM, save for his annual pranks; only once he had decided to change that did he wind up with it out of his reach. Simply put, it kind of sucked. Marvin, on the other hand, would never have to worry about anything like that, and Sam almost envied him for it.
He was trying, at least, dabbling in classes, teaching one and sitting in on a couple others, even if he hadn't seen the point in registering. It wasn't remotely the same, but at least it was something. For now, though, with a free afternoon, he'd taken Marvin out to the beach, secretly hoping that some of the dog's easygoing manner might rub off on him. (He'd always cared more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.) Fetch was simple, mindless, leaving him grinning as he tossed a stick for Marvin to retrieve, and even broader when he spotted Quorra a little ways off. "Quorra!" he called, waving one hand high to make sure he got her attention. "Hey!"
He was trying, at least, dabbling in classes, teaching one and sitting in on a couple others, even if he hadn't seen the point in registering. It wasn't remotely the same, but at least it was something. For now, though, with a free afternoon, he'd taken Marvin out to the beach, secretly hoping that some of the dog's easygoing manner might rub off on him. (He'd always cared more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.) Fetch was simple, mindless, leaving him grinning as he tossed a stick for Marvin to retrieve, and even broader when he spotted Quorra a little ways off. "Quorra!" he called, waving one hand high to make sure he got her attention. "Hey!"