That disappointed look prompted something like an apologetic grimace---rare, when Sam was seldom that sorry for anything she said or did---and the leaned forward to administer a noogie, like that might help make up for leaving. “Be cool, Will; I want to have my ass back on this couch in like, twenty minutes tops, and I mean to be back with both the letter binder, most of my stuff, and a true story you're gonna like.” It wasn't even a 'it happened to a friend of a friend of mine,' sort of story, though it could've been.
“Thanks.”
Unsure if she should mask her concern at that sort of... withdrawal, Sam realised---at little too late---she was probably too tired to manage; Will was in rough shape, sure, but he was a smart cookie. Perceptive. So she just gave him a small nod and another soft smile, and limped out, to the back door. She didn't head out but stopped at the threshhold, calling “Joyce?” cautiously, knowing the woman had had way, WAY more than her fair share of scares.
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hopefully this weekend i can watch!
Date: 2019-08-01 03:43 am (UTC)“Thanks.”
Unsure if she should mask her concern at that sort of... withdrawal, Sam realised---at little too late---she was probably too tired to manage; Will was in rough shape, sure, but he was a smart cookie. Perceptive. So she just gave him a small nod and another soft smile, and limped out, to the back door. She didn't head out but stopped at the threshhold, calling “Joyce?” cautiously, knowing the woman had had way, WAY more than her fair share of scares.