[ The second Sam actually apologizes for insulting the decor of this room that may or may not be Chase's, he teenager senses a sucker. Cue: a wounded puppy look. ] I'm not a home invader. You don't have to be such a dick about things...
[ In fact, he's about to spin some kind of outlandish lie about their relation to each other-- since it's not like this guy remembers anything in general (much like Chase, but at least Chase isn't dumb enough to admit it)-- but then, it's funny, but with the two of them face-to-face and exchanging words, he finally feels something familiar about this. And then it's like some of the gaps in his head start to fill.
Chase wrinkles his nose. ]
Seriously, Sam? If you thought I was a burglar, why would you tell me that! It's like putting a big, flashing "ROB ME" sign over your head. [ GOD, YOU'RE AN IDIOT. Unlike Chase. ]
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[ In fact, he's about to spin some kind of outlandish lie about their relation to each other-- since it's not like this guy remembers anything in general (much like Chase, but at least Chase isn't dumb enough to admit it)-- but then, it's funny, but with the two of them face-to-face and exchanging words, he finally feels something familiar about this. And then it's like some of the gaps in his head start to fill.
Chase wrinkles his nose. ]
Seriously, Sam? If you thought I was a burglar, why would you tell me that! It's like putting a big, flashing "ROB ME" sign over your head. [ GOD, YOU'RE AN IDIOT. Unlike Chase. ]