[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

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[off_the_ceiling]

"I get the feeling," said Jess, reaching for one of the bottles, "that this is going to be mostly you talking and me listening. We got any glasses for this stuff, like civilized folk?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam juggled the bottles around to lift up a couple of glasses that he'd managed to pick up at the same time, giving a nod. "And yeah, it's mostly me talking, so, go easy on this stuff. It's pretty strong," he warned worriedly, sinking down onto the bed and making sure the door was completely closed.

[off_the_ceiling]

"I'm not feeling the pull to down a bottle by myself just yet," said Jess, pouring them both a healthy-sized drink, "but I'm getting the feeling I might be before long. The anticipation's killing me, Sam, just tell me what's going on, all right? Tell me what's on your mind."

[unchosen_son]

Sam took a long breath and rubbed his palm in a circular motion on the bed, staring forward. "I guess I have to start way back," he admitted, still hating that this was his history. "When I was six months old, we had a fire, like I said. And my mom died, but that's not all there is to it."