Realizing that everyone was on high alert because he'd blacked out, Scott started feeling sheepish. "I'm okay," he told everyone in earshot. Jon raised a skeptical eyebrow. "As okay as before. Ami contacting me hurt like hell, but it's over with. Let's go."
The group pressed onwards after returning to their previous positions, except for Sam. The tall young man who was armed to the teeth shouted ahead to his brother and fell into step beside Scott. He glanced up at Sam, who stood three inches taller than him. "I'm all right, really."
"I know," Sam said quietly. "That's not--" He frowned, clearly uncomfortable about something. "So, you're psychic."
Despite all of the weirdness on the island, Sam's simple statement still put Scott on the defensive. He tried not to show it. "Yeah."
Sam glanced around, holding the crossbow ready as he continued. "Does it always hurt?" Scott frowned, confused. "When Ami contacts you."
Scott blinked, surprised that Sam would come to that conclusion. "No, not at all. It hurt because Ami's in pain--" the thought made Scott clench his fists "-- and from whatever's keeping her there, I guess." Sam nodded, studying Scott briefly. He didn't appreciate the attention.
Sam spoke before Scott had a chance to change the subject or otherwise distract the kid. "I need to talk to you later." Scott had to strain to catch his words. "I'm psychic... or cursed... or something."
(Cursed?) Scott lowered his shields long enough to sense Sam's emotions. The young man was uneasy, resigned, and a little scared. Scott identified all too well. He nodded. "Sure. When we stop for the night."
"Thanks," Sam smiled self-consciously. "Later." He jogged ahead and joined his brother. Scott watched his retreating back, wondering what Sam's particular brand of weirdness was.
[Scott, Sam] Forward march (open tag)
The group pressed onwards after returning to their previous positions, except for Sam. The tall young man who was armed to the teeth shouted ahead to his brother and fell into step beside Scott. He glanced up at Sam, who stood three inches taller than him. "I'm all right, really."
"I know," Sam said quietly. "That's not--" He frowned, clearly uncomfortable about something. "So, you're psychic."
Despite all of the weirdness on the island, Sam's simple statement still put Scott on the defensive. He tried not to show it. "Yeah."
Sam glanced around, holding the crossbow ready as he continued. "Does it always hurt?" Scott frowned, confused. "When Ami contacts you."
Scott blinked, surprised that Sam would come to that conclusion. "No, not at all. It hurt because Ami's in pain--" the thought made Scott clench his fists "-- and from whatever's keeping her there, I guess." Sam nodded, studying Scott briefly. He didn't appreciate the attention.
Sam spoke before Scott had a chance to change the subject or otherwise distract the kid. "I need to talk to you later." Scott had to strain to catch his words. "I'm psychic... or cursed... or something."
(Cursed?) Scott lowered his shields long enough to sense Sam's emotions. The young man was uneasy, resigned, and a little scared. Scott identified all too well. He nodded. "Sure. When we stop for the night."
"Thanks," Sam smiled self-consciously. "Later." He jogged ahead and joined his brother. Scott watched his retreating back, wondering what Sam's particular brand of weirdness was.