.get.to.know.me.

.blunt, was right. if there had ever been anything clearer or more blunt then gaia's words at that moment, then sam hadn't been payin' attention to it. if he hadn't been drinking strong, foam-coated coffee at the moment, then sam's mouth would have been largely agap mostly because he couldn't believe that she didn't recall anything about it... or did she, but just wanted him to confirm it? he didn't know... all he knew was that she was asking, and that could mean one of two things: 1.) she was disgusted by it and wanted to know if it had really happened so that she could brush her teeth 2 million times over until her gums were white and her teeth were transparent, or 2.) she had felt something that night, and now couldn't remember a thing... and wanted to, really wanted to.. because maybe it had meant something to her. maybe even meant as much to her as it had sam.
sam's thoughts ran short there as he placed his coffee back down upon the table and slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers. quietly, while he spun the half-filled styrofoam cup 'round in circles he inquired about how much she actually knew... or remember... or had heard of from god knows who,

"how much, and what, do you remember, gaia?"

he had to know...