[It's not really a laugh. It's something rusty, something more like a short exhale than a real laugh. But it's about as close as he can get in this moment.]
[But he can also feel how Sam struggles. How he's got too much in his head, can't pull words into coherence. So he shifts. Not to pull away. Not to move. Just to crane his head over the top of Sam's. Fitting them together like puzzle pieces.]
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[But he can also feel how Sam struggles. How he's got too much in his head, can't pull words into coherence. So he shifts. Not to pull away. Not to move. Just to crane his head over the top of Sam's. Fitting them together like puzzle pieces.]
(I'm not going anywhere. Promise you.)