Through that long moment, the unease in Sam's stomach seemed to become something solid, colder still and heavy---until realization, recognition, clicked, sending a ripple through Will's aura. Though she saw his smile at the same time, Sam couldn't say what fed her relief more; it showed in her shoulders slumping as she released a breath and half her body's tension, just as it showed in her smile. A “Hey,” back slipped out, wholly habit; her hands were the real 'hello,' one ghosting over his shoulder, the other ruffling his hair. She'd always been inclined to reach out and touch, and felt better for proving to her nerves Will was alright enough to be standing up in arm's reach.

“I--” won't ask if you're okay, not yet, I can see that that's some kind of can of worms “came as quick as I could, and I'm so fuckin' sorry that couldn't be faster. Can I come in? And, like right, I can see that you're sore... but can I give you a hug? Cause kiddo, I'm so glad to see you.”