[ So is Sam. He's aware that a large part of that is the bleed over he's getting from both Shiro and Clint - the aching emptiness that no matter how interconnected he is with them, he can't smooth over, he can only support until it's dulled with time - but he still remembers his last conversation with the Darkling. The struggle between them before Sam took his pain to lessen the load of grief, before he offered to do it again and the Darkling said maybe when he hated Sam a little less.
It feels like a cold reminder, but maybe that's fitting.
That's at the back of his mind now, though, and his expression lights up when he sees Shiro in the hall. He takes the wreath from it and hangs it up before dropping down to land anyway, chuckling at Shiro's expression. ]
Couple weeks. We missed Christmas, last time it came 'round.
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It feels like a cold reminder, but maybe that's fitting.
That's at the back of his mind now, though, and his expression lights up when he sees Shiro in the hall. He takes the wreath from it and hangs it up before dropping down to land anyway, chuckling at Shiro's expression. ]
Couple weeks. We missed Christmas, last time it came 'round.