Sam reached out to steady Will without a second thought, taking hold of his upper arm---gently!---before taking her pass, too. “Shit. I'd need this if I had to claim insurance or anything. Y'might've saved my bacon.” Though she'd sworn in a low, talking-to-myself tone, gratitude warmed everything else the skin-witch said, and she gave Will's arm a soft, friendly squeeze. Even once the boy stood on both feet, stable once more, Sam kept her hand on his arm. She didn't shrug at his question, though she'd've been tempted to if almost anyone else had asked it; instead, she only answered.
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Date: 2017-12-25 03:08 am (UTC)“Yeah. His name is Breakdown, by the way.”