"I can? I haven't met many people so willing to defend an Ascended they just met." Sam smiled, clearly quite liking the way Loren had (emotionless, as he seemed to do everything) sworn his protection.
Glad to not talk of his father, a subject Sam rarely pushed to be explored further, he instead focus on the shreds of Loren's past that were revealed; it was clear Loren was sad about his memories (though whether it was from missing them or remembering them at all was unclear), but Sam couldn't help but want to know more about someone that shared his passion for all things written word. "Well, I'd still love to see any work you do make and sell it. Please, feel free to tell me about your library. The Atheneum is in desperate need of organisation, if you have any ideas."
He awkwardly shook his head at the question. "Ah...no, not really. I left after Remi and I had our...argument. But eventually I'll head back for it, yes."
They passed the last few houses and were at Sam's door, the little house squished between two bigger ones as if it had been built just to fill the space, a small wooden door sunken into the wall. Sam stepped forward, placed his keys in the lock, then took a breath and turned: "Would...you like to come in for a little while?"
