[ it's abrupt, perhaps, but sam isn't caught off-guard by it in the slightest. if anything, julie throws her arms around his neck and he's waiting for it, squeezing her back - quick, and affirmative. confident. he knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't know everything.
there's a kind of finality in her words that catches in sam's chest, something he recognizes and can't quite bring himself to shrug off. it feels a bit like a goodbye, yes, but also a bit like something else. ]
Hey. [ he says, and he's smiling - whether or not she can see it. it's meant to be encouraging, a brave show that this will be easy, that he knows what to do and it'll get done.
except that julie's been in this place just as long as he has, and she knows there's only so much either of them can actually do. so, rather than giving her some kind of platitude, he says: ] I will if you will, alright?
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there's a kind of finality in her words that catches in sam's chest, something he recognizes and can't quite bring himself to shrug off. it feels a bit like a goodbye, yes, but also a bit like something else. ]
Hey. [ he says, and he's smiling - whether or not she can see it. it's meant to be encouraging, a brave show that this will be easy, that he knows what to do and it'll get done.
except that julie's been in this place just as long as he has, and she knows there's only so much either of them can actually do. so, rather than giving her some kind of platitude, he says: ] I will if you will, alright?