Will settles back in his seat, shifting until he can cross his legs (somewhat uncomfortably) underneath himself and look down at the backs of his hands, the only visible bandaids, from the IV needles. With the resigned air of a child settling in to being bored, he absently pulls at a loose thread in his sleeve, rolls it up to look at more needle marks, rolls it back down -- and startles about a full six inches in the air when Sam suddenly is right there. He hadn't been paying attention. Stupid, stupid.
The little pile of coins gets an honestly comical double take. "I-I...I mean you don't...have to, I...what's wrong with that one?" Curiosity and confusion about the single loonie that's slipped in with the quarters has Will interrupting his own attempt at politeness. Good job, kiddo.
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Date: 2017-12-05 08:07 am (UTC)The little pile of coins gets an honestly comical double take. "I-I...I mean you don't...have to, I...what's wrong with that one?" Curiosity and confusion about the single loonie that's slipped in with the quarters has Will interrupting his own attempt at politeness. Good job, kiddo.