Sam at his computer. At almost every waking moment, except for washroom breaks and nuking dinner.
There’s just no communication happening here; he’s gotten up, walked to the kitchen to make something for himself and sat right back down in front of the computer without asking if I’d like something, or giving me options for things to do while he’s doing the computer geek thing. I’m feeling very out of place, the chatty, interesting Sam has gone, now, there’s just a hollow, drone, sitting in front of the computer.
Bertha