Some disgust crossed Sam's face at Will's admission ('gross things') but it was tempered by sympathy and unease. From the look on her face, she might've been listening to a friend describing the stomach flu they'd suffered in detail, waiting for an opening to ask 'but now, you're doing alright...?' There was no sign of the outburst Will seemed to be expecting; instead, his arm got a soft, supportive squeeze. “I'm sorry. That that happened to you, that you have this.... bullshit aftermath to worry about. You got like, the worst way to end up in the mix. In every sense, you got a hell of a head start.” She offered a small, encouraging smile---it came easily, despite everything---before twisting to ask Breakdown what it seemed someone should.
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Date: 2018-02-08 03:04 am (UTC)“The fuck are your people even up to?”