[ There's something almost like a laugh in return, a bitter HUFF of air, but Sam - folds himself in, buries his face in Shiro's neck and lets himself be held.
It's almost a mirror image of the way he'd just finished holding Shiro, and that - it fits, just like they do.
Just for right now, he lets himself believe that neither of them are going anywhere. ]
(Me neither. I promise.) [ Whatever he has to do, he'll make it so that he is someone Shiro will never have to lose.
And he won't lose Shiro, but that's a promise to himself. ]
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It's almost a mirror image of the way he'd just finished holding Shiro, and that - it fits, just like they do.
Just for right now, he lets himself believe that neither of them are going anywhere. ]
( Me neither. I promise. ) [ Whatever he has to do, he'll make it so that he is someone Shiro will never have to lose.
And he won't lose Shiro, but that's a promise to himself. ]