“how’s, the, uh,” sam doesn’t even know why she’s asking this question - “the squad?” she’d dropped after - - - after. ostensibly ‘cause she can’t fly anymore, after the tbi, but mostly because it doesn’t seem worth the time or effort anymore. and she might drop someone while out of it. “it’s been a while.” half a year. a little more? time is - WEIRD. sam smiles, though, and tucks her hands into the pockets of her flannel and doesn’t try to let it sting that most of her friends haven’t stayed very good friends now that she’s no longer in a cheer uniform or - - - perky, or whatever.