Will still stays perfectly still, even when Sam comes forward and crouches down in front of him. His knee isn't that bad, but he reaches up a hand anyway, rubs the lingering dampness out of his eyes. "Fell down," he manages in a mumble, still giving the (seemingly empty) truck a suspicious look.
Finally, very slowly: "Is your...friend...invisible?" Well. He's seen stranger things.
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Date: 2017-12-24 06:37 am (UTC)Finally, very slowly: "Is your...friend...invisible?" Well. He's seen stranger things.