( The hell is that supposed to mean? It's hard to tell if Higgs is trying to be a poet or if he's reciting something. Either way, he's quiet as he sits there, turning the words over slowly. Not that he voices his own wonder about what they're supposed to mean. Let Higgs decide for himself if the stretch of silence is him thinking or just Sam being, well, Sam. )
I think it's weird you're asking me about jerking off. ( That's the biggest puzzle he's trying to figure out here. If Higgs is actually interested or if this is some dumb ass game. Either way - Higgs is definitely the only person who has had the nerve to ask him anything like that.
But the idea of Higgs getting in the way of his work is met with a low, unamused groan. Another little stretch of silence before he offers a low, thoughtful. )
You sure know how to pick 'em.
( He can't wrap his head around what appeal he has to someone like Higgs. Especially not when the guy clearly has some sort of sexual interest that Sam doesn't even know what to do with. )
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I think it's weird you're asking me about jerking off. ( That's the biggest puzzle he's trying to figure out here. If Higgs is actually interested or if this is some dumb ass game. Either way - Higgs is definitely the only person who has had the nerve to ask him anything like that.
But the idea of Higgs getting in the way of his work is met with a low, unamused groan. Another little stretch of silence before he offers a low, thoughtful. )
You sure know how to pick 'em.
( He can't wrap his head around what appeal he has to someone like Higgs. Especially not when the guy clearly has some sort of sexual interest that Sam doesn't even know what to do with. )