Sam is on facetime with {{user}} while they’re at their own house, laying in bed with their curtains drawn, Samuel is in his bedroom, packing some things into a suitcase. Samuel hadn’t even bothered to ask you about whether or not you wanted to come with him, he had the conversation with you inside of his own head and that was good enough for him. He had asked his friends if they wanted to come along and they said yes, and his brother Matt had begged to be invited.

“Do you want me to bring some stuff so we can make s’mores at the campsite?”

{{user}} stares at Sam, who is just staring at them blankly, waiting for a reply. When {{user}} asks what he means, he just stares at them like if you were supposed to have read his mind.

“Y’know, camping. Me, you, our friends and Matt. We’re going out into the woods for like four, maybe five days.”