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[ An odd question, he thinks at first; but the thought rolls around, and, no, he understands why Sam doesn't see it. Higgs, after all, isn't going to be keen on the depressive porter for the same reasons his government pals are going to be. Everyone loves a pushover who'll do stuff for them, and Sam isn't doing Higgs' bidding.

(That he knows of. Peter thanks you for the pizza.)

An exhaled laugh, soft. ]

You're awake, Sam.

[ This world is a dead dream. It's rare, finding someone who sees through it and does his own thing. Well. Mostly. He should really ditch the UCA, in Higgs' opinion. ]

( Far as Sam's concerned, what the UCA and Higgs want from him are two different things. One intending to create and unite and the other to destroy, and he's just caught in the middle. An unfortunate truth that annoys the hell out of him for all that he goes along and does what he's been contracted to do. But the biggest difference here: he isn't obligated to do anything for Higgs (at least that he knows of).

All that to say, makes his eyebrows crease. He's not seeing the humor here. )

Something funny? ( Even if Higgs tells him, he doubts he's going to find the humor in it. Two different wave lengths in that regard, just like so much else about the two of them.

The silence that follows the comment, though is considerably shorter. )

You made sure of that.

( Literally and metaphorically. Higgs had woken him up tonight, but he'd also been an eye opening experience. A clear look at the world he'd been dragged into. )

Something not funny? You throw shit grenades at ghosts.

[ Like,,,

what's going on with their existence, man. ]

Mm. I do wonder if you believe me about all of it, though. Have you decided what you think?

[ Amelie isn't real. It's not DOOMS, with her, it's something else. Fragile is an instigator. The UCA is poison. Better, to be headed to the final end. ]

( There's a soft heh as he shakes his head. He'd never thought he'd see the day where he was using his own piss and shit to ward of BTs, but here they are. For all that it's effective, it is kinda funny.

The more pressing thought is the question that's turned his way. Sam doesn't know what to think anymore. He knows he wasn't thrilled about getting roped into all this in the first place, but he's started to see the importance of connecting with others on his journey. Can't say he really knows how he feels about Fragile or that he even understands things with Amelie. Their constant dreaming meet ups. What he settles on is a gruff:)

I dunno.

( Lots of questions, not enough answers. He feels like he starts to understand one thing only to end up with a dozen more questions. But he knows, at least, that Higgs is onto something. )

There's a lot of shit to think about. Especially with people like you asking weird ass questions.

'I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices,' [ he says, and it has the air of a quote. He knows movies, and video games, and has read so, so much; nothing else to do, growing up buried in a hole. Maybe Sam will look it up later, read Sartre's Nausea, have a laugh. Maybe he'll gloss over it, because who fucking cares, Higgs. ]

If you think it's weird, then I think I'm the only one asking you normal questions. [ Unseen, he raises one of his hands and splays his fingers, watching them flex and curl. ] Guess I could just go back to working out enriching ways to derail your long decaying ethernet walk, but I'm attracted to you, so hitting on you seems more productive. At least for now.

[ The faintest hint of something glum, on the tail end of that remark. Amelie will have something new for him to do, soon, and she's not going to like the way he critiques what's obviously half-hearted busywork. He can tell she's undecided. But how can she be, after everything she's shown him? ]

( 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. )

[ Not to be overlooked: the comedy of Sam reacting to this like he's trying to puzzle out Higgs' motive, instead of telling him he's sexually harassing him and to fuck off. It just makes Higgs all the more curious about him, and his weird, sad brain, walking around with his cute butt in his dorky jumpsuit. He wonders if he peeled Sam halfway out of it, if he could get him to make a mess in his uniform.

Maybe not? Maybe his dick doesn't work. Pretty common in this day and age. Higgs is an outlier.

But this is, of course, no reason to not continue to hit on Sam. What else is he going to do with his time? ]

I think you'd look good, I think you'd sound good. I think you might like it, if you could get there. I know I'd like watching you. So, it ain't that weird, actually.

[ Reasonable. ]

You've met my ex. I've moved on. Trying new things.

( If Higgs had tried to talk to him about something like this before, he would have shut it down. Disengaged at the first chance or not answered at all. But Sam's changed with time. The only thing he'd cared about for a long time was living to see another sunrise, but that's not the case anymore. He's learning to live again. Patching the holes, changing the parts to make a life worth living while he's got the chance. And he's curious just how far Higgs will push this. Trying to figure out his angle, understand him a bit more, really get himself thinking.

And weirdly, Higgs is making him look at the broken parts of himself, the ones still hung up on the past and regrets. Even if it's through a weirdly sexual lense he's not sure how to use. So he considers, turns over the words. Something in particular, though, does get his attention: )

My dick's not broken, man. ( No, it works well as far as he's concerned. What he doesn't say is it's his head that doesn't work quite the same as most people's. ) I can't say I've ever really been someone's type.

( There'd only ever been Lucy, and he knows how that looks on paper. What people say.

And that answers a question he's had about Higgs and Fragile's relationship, anyway.)

So what - I get off and all you do is watch? Sounds weird as hell to me.

[ Fragile will probably not appreciate being so specifically designated, given her current animosity, but such is the way of Kojima games. Never a need to say what's obvious. But Higgs will go ahead and say it, because they're talking about jerking off. So.

He laughs a little, but it sounds like a response to Sam telling a funny joke, not like he's making fun of the porter— ]

How would you know, if you don't use it for anything?

[ Some teasing. Crazy that Sam doesn't think he's anyone's type, too, given the twitterpated response of so many off-grid survivors ordering useless junk just to stare at him lingering on their doorsteps through security cameras. ]

I can do whatever I want with myself any old time. I wouldn't want to squander it and miss something, if I was watching you.

( In this context, hearing about Higgs' ex isn't really doing it for him. Hope that helps, Higgs.

The question, though, earns a soft scoff, and he shakes his head. Suddenly, he feels like he's being grilled by the Heartman, Deadman, and Mama about his bodily functions. And he sounds just as unenthused about answering Higgs as he does answering them.)

I still gotta piss. ( That's... not what Higgs is asking, and Sam knows it. Mostly, he's debating how much to say. It's not that he never jerks, has had his (small) share of lewd dreams, and wakes up regularly with a morning boner that's a real pain in the ass sometimes. But it's rare that someone hits the right buttons to get him going. And right now? Higgs sure as hell isn't hitting those buttons. Way too physical, not enough emotion.)

Sounds like you already watch me plenty, Higgs.

( Again, not in the context Higgs means, but he figures it's true enough. )

[ Not much at all seems to be doing it for Sam. Understandable, given his options. ]

We been over why. You fishing for more compliments, now? Not very stoic and mysterious of you.

[ Whatever each of them are looking for, they seem to be shooting past each other, tonight. Not uncommon for Higgs, who has never properly connected with anyone. Too fucked from the get-go and too unlike anyone else still alive. ]

Hey, Sammy.

[ A brief pause. Gear change.

Nevermind, tangible in the silence. ]

See you later, alligator.

Never said I was stoic and mysterious.

( That seems to be everyone else's impression of him, anyway. He prefers quiet. Private.

It's Sam's reality that he doesn't connect with people easily. Part of the whole reason he'd gone to therapy in the first place. And after Lucy and Lou, the hell was the point in trying to connect with anyone? He's working on it, now. Doing better one step at a time. Still easy to miss someone else's wavelength.

But there it is - that nickname that gets his attention for all that it annoys him. He can hear that shift in his voice, the kind that tells him it wasn't his original intention.)

Yeah.

( As close to a good bye as he'll get. )

[ A bzzt, a click, and they are disconnected. An all-too-common occurrence in this world, in every way. Sam's interface will flicker as though rebooting, and he'll most likely be subject to questions from his ever-present observers over what looked like an outage on their end.

Still, their little secret, and to that end there's something left behind. A number, with the same warning icon next to it.

If Sam's ever bored, maybe. ]

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