Sam's comment and small smile got a slight twitch of a smile from his younger self, but it was brief and topped off with a roll of his eyes, more a force of habit than anything. "Yeah, I'm sure an alternate universe exists where it's totally normal to carry grenades with you to school." Because everything else about their lives was so normal.
He remained stock still and tense as the older checked for weapons, keeping his gaze off to the side. It felt just as awkward to him as when he'd been checking Sam, but at least it was over fairly quickly. And then he was being pulled and pushed closer into an almost-hug and it was an unexpected move and yet it felt, if not familiar, still comforting somehow. The emotion conveyed itself was maybe what was familiar. It was so easy to tell how concerned and sorry for him his older self felt. All he had to do was imagine himself older, how he'd feel about his past self, which was his present self. As confusing as that whole train of thought kind of was, in the end everything made some sort of sense.
Once Sam had let go and pulled away enough that Sammy could look at him, he was frowning but there was a searching look in his eyes as he looked over the tall man, watched him tuck his hair behind his ear, and recognition just clicked into place.
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Date: 2016-11-25 08:03 pm (UTC)He remained stock still and tense as the older checked for weapons, keeping his gaze off to the side. It felt just as awkward to him as when he'd been checking Sam, but at least it was over fairly quickly. And then he was being pulled and pushed closer into an almost-hug and it was an unexpected move and yet it felt, if not familiar, still comforting somehow. The emotion conveyed itself was maybe what was familiar. It was so easy to tell how concerned and sorry for him his older self felt. All he had to do was imagine himself older, how he'd feel about his past self, which was his present self. As confusing as that whole train of thought kind of was, in the end everything made some sort of sense.
Once Sam had let go and pulled away enough that Sammy could look at him, he was frowning but there was a searching look in his eyes as he looked over the tall man, watched him tuck his hair behind his ear, and recognition just clicked into place.
"...You really are me, aren't you?"