room 216; sunday afternoon

Sam's day had started out mundane enough. He'd gotten up after a sleepless night, eaten some breakfast and laid around until finally deciding to give his mom a buzz. She'd caught him up on Haley's goings on and her own things before the conversation had veered towards his uncle. His mom hedged a bit, seeming like she knew something she wasn't telling him. He tried to push her into telling him but she refused and shut down on that subject.

He'd let it go and turned the topic towards asking about something that could be worn to protect regular (it was a subjective definition of that word he was using here) people from seeing what he saw at night. When his mom asked, he'd hedged and just tried to get the information out of her. If there was something, she didn't know what it was and she'd apologized.

The conversation had ended quietly and now Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, giving that pouch he'd worn for so many years a look over. Maybe he could start wearing it again at night or something. It did help keep ghosts at bay and he did like to sleep sometimes.

He didn't know. And he couldn't really ask anyone else. He'd thought about Brid but shut that down immediately. The Council? Yeah, not sharing his personal life there. Maybe he'd just ask the next person that tried to beat him up.

It happened often enough.

[Open door and post, yes!]