Log: Sam and Terry, Saturday evening (backdated)

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Sam and Terry run into each other bringing supplies for the movie night and they talk a little about how things are going before joining the others.


The kitchen is where one dumps things one brings to parties, right? That was Terry's line of reasoning as she dropped a pair of bags of chips on the counter along side her jacket and keys, letting a sigh escape her while she gathered up the energy to go face the rest of the group.

As far as Sam knew that was the proper place to put those things. He had made a bowl of chip dip for the occasion, and he entered the kitchen not too far behind Terry, bowl in hand. Putting it down on the counter, he smiled at her and leaned against the counter.

"Heya Terry, how goes it?"

Terry turned to look at Sam and pulled a smile up to paste in place. She lifted her shoulder in a half shrug and turned to face him, one hand left on the counter to brace her. "'bout like usual. You?"

"Same here, I reckon." He grinned and crossed his arms, turning to face her. "Keepin' busy, what with work and team duties and all. Lookin' forward to the warmer weather so I can get back into jogging and whatnot. And when it goes get warmer I'll come to bug you to join me, yeah?" Sam nudged her gently at that.

"Sure Sam, that would be grand," Terry replied, swaying in place at the nudge. She glanced up, smile twisting in place to hang on by a corner. "I'll try to get out here more often for training too. Been slacking off."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I know you've been busy getting back into the swing of things and all." He was also aware that Bobby had left recently, which made him a little concerned. It was a fine line, however, between being nosy and sticking his nose into places it didn't belong and genuine concern for a friend, so he wasn't sure what if anything he should have said. Sam hesitated before speaking again. "If you ever need any help or, y'know, someone to talk to, or just listen, just let me know, yeah?"

"Ha," Terry barked a dry, humorless laugh. "Swing o' things? Sure and that is almost as bad as 'things getting back to normal'," she drawled, pushing away from the counter long enough to fold her arms in front of her. Her hip hit the edge again and she pursed her lips for a moment while she eyed the tall blonde. She decided to not even bother trying to pretend she didn't have an idea what he was talking about. Rolling along the counter until her backside connects, she looked out across the kitchen without seeing any of it. "Aye. I know, boyo."

"Heh, yeah, true enough." He'd uttered that phrase many a time since returning to the school when people asked him how he'd been doing. The swing of things, getting back to normal, settling back in, he'd used them all. And now here he was using it on Terry, whoops. Sam scratched the back of his neck, not quite sure how to put things into words. "Or if you just want to do something to relax, hang out, whatever." They didn't necessarily have to talk but often he found just hanging out with someone else would help to take his mind off of things, which could be invaluable at times.

"Problem is there is no normal, and if this is the swing o' things, things are bollocks." Terry side-glanced him, then offered a sour smile. "Sorry Sam. I'm not the best company to be hanging out with right now. Not even sure why I came tonight..."

He nodded, it was true. Especially in their lives, normal was from easy to define. "Nah, this ain't it, things'll get better." How he wasn't sure, exactly, but he'd had his shares of ups and downs in the past and they would get better in time. Sam smiled back, shaking his head at her. "No need to be sorry, Terry. An' you're just fine, promise. You came to hang out, watch some bad movies, and relax. And, unbeknownst to you, to try some awesome dip, made by yours truly." He nudged the bowl he'd brought down with his elbow.

Terry scooted closer to peek into the bowl, then up at him with mock-suspicion. "Is it awesome enough to go with my totally awesome store-bought chips?" she teased lightly.

Sam chuckled at that. "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" The dip was really good, in his own humble opinion, and he was sure that the chips would go just fine with it. Hopefully she'd be willing to stick around and find out for herself.

She was. There was nothing like comfort food and easy company to lighten the storm clouds, at least for a little while.