@stanistrack location: outside the apollo cabin! notes: october event!
Highs and lows, a penchant to self-isolate. Samson was good at managing expectations, at setting boundaries and keeping to them. If he didn’t wish to be disturbed, he wasn’t, there was a lot of comfort that came from being alone and his tendency to recharge after extended periods of social exhaustion.Â
Athens was a lot like that, endlessly exhausting. Just as the wake that followed; returning to camp from the city they’d helped save - having listened to the speeches, saw the flowers, observed all the tears. A pyrrhic victory, one that made their own loss seem small by comparison to the stats.Â
And yet, as the autumnal air snaked through the campground - bringing with it a low-settling fog - Samson lingered for a beat at his cabin steps. “Would you…” Fingers interlacing with fingers, “stay a little while?” There was an emptiness waiting for him on the other side of his cabin door, and things he wasn’t sure if he could face. “I don’t want to be alone just yet.”Â
