At that noise (which, in its way, was as hard to hear as what Joyce had said only moments ago) Sam winced and reached out, acting on uncalculated instinct to take Joyce's nearest hand in both of her own. “I can't even imagine, not enough. And I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. And I'm sorry most everything I can say to you right now is 'I, I, I,' so I'm gonna get back to that later, focus oughtta be on you now.” She gave the hand she held a gentle squeeze.
“Your kid is coming back from this, because of you. You put so much into protecting and providing, doing whatever you have to for your boys' sake... you should hear---no, you should know, that no-one could do more, no-one could do better. So... be as kind as you can to yourself. Tell me what you want---to have it all out here and now, or later, or what---and how I can help. A hand with what you're trashin', run for food, sit with Will, whatever.”
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Date: 2019-10-25 12:53 am (UTC)“Your kid is coming back from this, because of you. You put so much into protecting and providing, doing whatever you have to for your boys' sake... you should hear---no, you should know, that no-one could do more, no-one could do better. So... be as kind as you can to yourself. Tell me what you want---to have it all out here and now, or later, or what---and how I can help. A hand with what you're trashin', run for food, sit with Will, whatever.”