He'd been about to explain, reaching down towards his bleeding knee with one hand and holding out the glossy strip of paper with the other, when the sudden rumbling voice sounds. Considering that the only people he can actually see are him and Sam, Will has no idea what's going on, and his legs lock up in fear, shoulders tensing up, eyes going wide.
"...Sam?" His voice is itty-bitty, nervous. He does not want to get taken care of, please.
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Date: 2017-12-24 04:50 am (UTC)"...Sam?" His voice is itty-bitty, nervous. He does not want to get taken care of, please.