“Well, if you were dead I would take more time questioning my sanity… I do that often enough.” Sam flashes an awkward smile before extending his hand.
“But yeah… I’ve heard of you here and there. The names Sam.”
“I’d figure. Sam? Cool name, man. I like it.” Flynn reassured with a nod, giving him a firm handshake. “What’s got you crazy?”
“An old friend of mind died on Christmas. Kind of a father figure.” He says this softly, not really sure how he should tell a man that his best friend dies of some sort of aneurysm while sitting on a couch drinking with the son he hasn’t had yet.
So Sam settles on saying no names.
“He was pretty important to me, so I’m working on a few codes to see if I can make something in his memory… So I keep seeing him around.”
His cheerful demeanor instantly falters at the news. Bummer didn't sum it up. Coughing in his hand, he other arm maneuvers back to rub at his neck. Geez. "Hey... I'm sorry." How many times had he heard that one? He felt like leaning over maybe giving the guy a shoulder pat or something; more than a lousy sorry. But he figured, personal space and all the jazz. "That's sounds pretty nice, man. You work a computer?"
