There's the slightest falter in his smile, and he gives a helpless little shrug. ]
I... can't.
[ The Zune doesn't have anything by Sam Cooke, and the only copy he had of a Sam Cooke song was on a device that's been destroyed. (His gaze flicks off-screen over to Gamora, there and back again, and he hopes desperately she's not paying attention right now. She hasn't asked about his Walkman, and he hopes she doesn't.)
But he remembers the greatest hits tape Mom used to play around the house, remembers the way she would sigh dreamily when "Bring It On Home To Me" would come up.
"Sam Cooke, baby," she'd say. "One of the greatest singers of all time."
He recalls the songs he had fallen in love with after repeated plays, the catchier ones whose lyrics he committed to memory. ]
But, um. If you don't mind doing the legwork, give "You Send Me" or "Cupid" a shot.
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There's the slightest falter in his smile, and he gives a helpless little shrug. ]
I... can't.
[ The Zune doesn't have anything by Sam Cooke, and the only copy he had of a Sam Cooke song was on a device that's been destroyed. (His gaze flicks off-screen over to Gamora, there and back again, and he hopes desperately she's not paying attention right now. She hasn't asked about his Walkman, and he hopes she doesn't.)
But he remembers the greatest hits tape Mom used to play around the house, remembers the way she would sigh dreamily when "Bring It On Home To Me" would come up.
"Sam Cooke, baby," she'd say. "One of the greatest singers of all time."
He recalls the songs he had fallen in love with after repeated plays, the catchier ones whose lyrics he committed to memory. ]
But, um. If you don't mind doing the legwork, give "You Send Me" or "Cupid" a shot.