“Don't be. I showed up late and still couldn't call ahead.” If there was a time to deflect and minimize with lame humour, Sam figured this was probably it; holding the hug a long moment more, she moved away enough just shuck her shoes before steering Will back to the couch, one hand staying on his shoulder. “I'm thinking I'll apologize to your mom to her face, at least. She around? I, ah, shoulda called at some point, but I was outta town, got back, went through my mail, saw your letter, read it before anything else, and just hauled ass here. I'll stay, if you want and she doesn't mind—couch is fine by me—but I came ready to get a hotel room, if that would be better.”
Hawkins had a hotel, right?
A question for the future. She was stalling a little, not to shy away from the most important questions (what the hell happened? what's wrong? how were you hurt?) but to give Will some time to settle before she went poking at anything painful.
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Date: 2019-07-29 12:18 am (UTC)Hawkins had a hotel, right?
A question for the future. She was stalling a little, not to shy away from the most important questions (what the hell happened? what's wrong? how were you hurt?) but to give Will some time to settle before she went poking at anything painful.