"Yeah?" He leans in a little, floating as if he were laying on his forearms on his stomach. He ends up turning upside down despite his best efforts. "You know... I miss the place I used to live, too. Before I started traveling. I mean -- I know I can't really go back now, and I was always kind of out of place... but I was happiest there. For a while."

It's hard to stop his tone from going light and gentle, so very Sammy. Hard to stop the sad look that passes his face.

"... But shit happens."