And there it was, finally. Something Sam could like about Jude, besides the Goth-boy persona. Oh, that made her smile genuinely. Maybe he wasn't a kindred spirit. But he could relate to the need.

Maybe. Just...maybe.

Unfortunately, his sentiment was just that. Sentiment.

She shrugged, looking down as she walked. "I'm pretty sure people can find more important things to do with paper. Art is pretty much useless with survival being questionable so often."