There's no fuck, or shit, or sacre at that, because Sam has seen how Will will sometimes flinch away from such exclamations, even when they are only uttered in dismay or frustration and in no way at him. Even tired enough that getting up off the couch seems like a Herculean task, she'll account for something like that. “I... don't remember if I remembered to date it when I opened it up. But it's in the binder with the others, out in my van with some other stuff, and while I'm eventually going to go get it—and say hey to your mom, so she doesn't get a start coming in to see an unexpected adult in her home---I'd like to sit with you a few more minutes. I said it's good to see you? And it is.” A beat passed, and Sam spent it studying Will, both concerned and conspicuously fond.
“D'you want me to see if I can do something about that as, spot?” She pointed to her own side, indicating where Will had been burnt. “I can see how much it hurts.”
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Date: 2019-07-29 11:38 pm (UTC)“D'you want me to see if I can do something about that as, spot?” She pointed to her own side, indicating where Will had been burnt. “I can see how much it hurts.”