“Yeah. Hey. Hi?” With the second word, Sam offered a soft, sheepish smile---an expression almost as rare as the apologetic grimace she'd given Will, since she'd set most of her pride and more of her shame aside seemingly ages ago---and a shrug. Though she'd meant to talk at Joyce from the door, she started forward as soon as she saw the other woman's face; she'd hardly ever, if ever, seen someone who needed a hug as badly as Joyce did. “C'mon, c'mere. I know it's rude to show up without warning, but... I was worried?”
It seemed to Sam she should say more than that, so unless Joyce moved to avoid the hug, (which would be emphatic and forceful enough for a little lift,) she'd add “I'm here to help?” into her hair, not minding the faceful. She saw her friends so seldom, any contact was welcome, and especially when one was in a bad way.
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Date: 2019-08-04 04:40 pm (UTC)It seemed to Sam she should say more than that, so unless Joyce moved to avoid the hug, (which would be emphatic and forceful enough for a little lift,) she'd add “I'm here to help?” into her hair, not minding the faceful. She saw her friends so seldom, any contact was welcome, and especially when one was in a bad way.