Heehee. I do love the Sam takes-out-5-gangsters-with-a-toothpick-and-a-roll-of-duct-tape stories.

But yeah, he's human, and I can't imagine the first months at Stanford were anything but strange and soul-crushingly lonely for him, even if he wanted to pretend he was doing just fine.

Thank you so much much for commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D