This time Joyce hugs back wholeheartedly, swallowing back the tears. She's so good at that, at stifling what she's actually feeling or thinking. It's a relief to not have to do that so intensely, if only for a moment. Sam isn't asking anything of her except to let down the defensive walls a little.

So when Joyce pulls back, she's a little more composed, a little more in control. Her voice is low, tired. "I don't know if you'd believe it all, honestly. There was this...thing inside Will, and it almost...it almost took him for good."