Somehow the bit about two years worth of rations hit Sam in a way that the mention of fifteen hour rotations hadn’t and he paused with the spoon in the jar, suddenly reminded of how much Starbuck’s life sucked. A lot more than his and Dean’s, actually.
It was weird, this sudden surge of real, stomach churning sympathy for someone who until today had been only a TV character. It was weird too as he fully realized how much he knew about Starbuck that she would certainly not want him to know; personal things, things about her past, her relationships.
He forced himself to lift the spoon back out of the jar and continue putting sauce carefully on the pizza, gripping the spoon maybe a bit too tightly.
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Date: 2007-05-24 08:33 pm (UTC)It was weird, this sudden surge of real, stomach churning sympathy for someone who until today had been only a TV character. It was weird too as he fully realized how much he knew about Starbuck that she would certainly not want him to know; personal things, things about her past, her relationships.
He forced himself to lift the spoon back out of the jar and continue putting sauce carefully on the pizza, gripping the spoon maybe a bit too tightly.