Sam tilts his head at the extended hand, watching as the LeBlanc calls out for a bit of her Spirit to show itself. It doesn't give off any heat, but Sam feels... warm. "Hm."
He listens intently to the woman's words, eyes a bit mesmerized by the magic - it was soft but sure. Compassion and her had good rules. Sam could appreciate what they had and what they would and wouldn't do. Maybe that was his issue.
"Huh. It makes sense. Perhaps that's why I'm having trouble, or they're having trouble..." he shrugs, leaning on a hand. "Just not finding the right fit?" He looks up with a smile. "Seems like I can't fit into any ol' mold."
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He listens intently to the woman's words, eyes a bit mesmerized by the magic - it was soft but sure. Compassion and her had good rules. Sam could appreciate what they had and what they would and wouldn't do. Maybe that was his issue.
"Huh. It makes sense. Perhaps that's why I'm having trouble, or they're having trouble..." he shrugs, leaning on a hand. "Just not finding the right fit?" He looks up with a smile. "Seems like I can't fit into any ol' mold."