sam.

“Yeah, well. I been in places I didn’t like before. You’d be surprised what you can get used to, man.” He said with a very small nod. He watched as Blaine gestured around to the table, and throwing out his trash. 

“If you’re really sure that it’s not out of your way.” Sam said. He was pretty sure he was over compensating in the whole polite department, manners hadn’t mattered where he was before. But he didn’t want to throw this away. “I’m Sam Temple.”

Once the trash was taken care of, Blaine turned to him with a huffing laugh.  “How many places have you been exactly?  Sorry.  I’ve just always..lived in Ohio.  Aside from vacations?  This is all I’ve known and not many world travelers pick Lima as their destination to wind up in.”  Looking around the sidewalk as they stepped out onto it–Blaine gestured to the people milling about and the scenery surrounding them.

Brick building facades, park benches, a bus stop.  Nothing overly spectacular. Warm even homey if you looked at it with fresh eyes probably.  But once you see it day or week in and out?  It all sort of blends together into old mortar and the same streets going to the same places that you can see even with your eyes shut because they never change.  “And, no, it’s not too much trouble.  I promise–Sam Temple,” his chin tucked near his collar and a lopsided/happy smirk tugged the corner of his mouth, “A trip to the grocery store isn’t going to ruin my day.”