"Course," Higgs says with the ghost of a smile. "You can pick out the color. Never did anything like that with the place." Because there wasn't a point. But maybe there's a bit more reason to make the tiny place look like a home.
It's... hm. "I've never had much opinion on color or things like that, so if you're got a strong opinion, you can be the one doin' the picking out."
"Something not white or grey. I've had enough of that from distro stations. I don't know if I have a strong opinion, other than that."
As they break the table down, he thinks on it a bit more. Thinks of watching the sky from under a try. Or at night, pointing out the stars to Lou. Maybe... "Maybe a blue?"
Higgs laughs a little. "That clinical shit gets old, doesn't it?" Not that he's ever spent much time in a Bridges-created shelter. Never trusted them, even before he'd gone and become a terrorist.
"Blue sounds nice," he adds with another one of those tiny little smiles.
Sam's starting to get used to those little smiles. Starting to like them, even. They make something coil warmly at the centre of his chest, and he's not really sure how to deal with that.
Higgs laughs a little. "That clinical shit gets old, doesn't it?" Not that he's ever spent much time in a Bridges facility. He knows enough to know that the makeshift shelters especially all look the same, and feature empty walls.
"Sky blue it is." Even if they can't get outside very often, then they can at least have some sky in the bunker with them.
Once the tables are taken care of, Sam reaches out to pat Higgs on the shoulder, but lets his hand drop at the last minute. He's never had a reaction when Higgs touched him, and he has no idea why that is. Only that it never burned like it does with everyone else.
Truthfully, the bunker had basically not changed at all from whenever it was originally constructed. That they're changing it is... certainly something. So long as he can think of making it someplace where a child should actually be raised, unlike the horrific place he spent his early life.
And then Sam goes and... asks him that question. He freezes, face a little pink. "Um, sure. It'll— it'll be a way to save space up a bit, huh?"
It's absolutely not the reaction you'd expect from someone who isn't interested at all, and Higgs isn't kind of man who lies.
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It's... hm. "I've never had much opinion on color or things like that, so if you're got a strong opinion, you can be the one doin' the picking out."
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As they break the table down, he thinks on it a bit more. Thinks of watching the sky from under a try. Or at night, pointing out the stars to Lou. Maybe... "Maybe a blue?"
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"Blue sounds nice," he adds with another one of those tiny little smiles.
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"Okay. Okay, we'll go blue. Like a sky blue?"
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"Blue works just fine for me."
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Once the tables are taken care of, Sam reaches out to pat Higgs on the shoulder, but lets his hand drop at the last minute. He's never had a reaction when Higgs touched him, and he has no idea why that is. Only that it never burned like it does with everyone else.
"Should we go put the beds together?"
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Truthfully, the bunker had basically not changed at all from whenever it was originally constructed. That they're changing it is... certainly something. So long as he can think of making it someplace where a child should actually be raised, unlike the horrific place he spent his early life.
And then Sam goes and... asks him that question. He freezes, face a little pink. "Um, sure. It'll— it'll be a way to save space up a bit, huh?"
It's absolutely not the reaction you'd expect from someone who isn't interested at all, and Higgs isn't kind of man who lies.