"...really?" Will doesn't really need to ask it, not with the utter sincerity in Sam's voice. He asks anyways, sitting a little straighter in his seat, holding his head a little bit higher. He'd hardly realized he'd been slumping. Her question makes him laugh a little, quickly erasing a couple lines, drawing a couple more, a few creases in fabric, a pocket, then a tiny key handing out of it. "Like that?"