Will would get a wordless and not exactly ideal reassurance almost immediately, as even with her back to Breakdown, Sam couldn't quite keep from snorting, or smiling. “He says he's Will, so that's probably who he is, and no, thanks.” She half-turned, enough to give the Con a Look which telegraphed an amused, if incredulous 'really?'
“I'll take care of him. And,” she turned back to Will, expression softening, though something of her smile remained, now markedly more sympathetic. “not like that. More like 'get you back to your mom in a minute.' Don't be afraid. My friend is just obnoxious for fun. And because he's been that way ages and ages and ages.”
She flashed a grin over her shoulder, then took a step closer to the boy and dropped onto a knee. The movement was as graceless as her crouch had been before, her bad leg again at an awkward angle. “You'd started to say...?”
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Date: 2017-12-24 05:38 am (UTC)“I'll take care of him. And,” she turned back to Will, expression softening, though something of her smile remained, now markedly more sympathetic. “not like that. More like 'get you back to your mom in a minute.' Don't be afraid. My friend is just obnoxious for fun. And because he's been that way ages and ages and ages.”
She flashed a grin over her shoulder, then took a step closer to the boy and dropped onto a knee. The movement was as graceless as her crouch had been before, her bad leg again at an awkward angle. “You'd started to say...?”