[Everything is too bright as the sun overhead blazes into his eyes, but that same light is quickly blocked by Sam as he leans in closer. Blinking becomes easier with the shade and he refocuses his gaze on the familiar face greeting him. He opens his mouth to say something else, but Sam’s lips occupy his own and the gesture is both familiar and not. In the back of his mind, pieces and prickles slide around, voices murmur, but the strongest feeling is that overwhelming relief.
Part of him knows it doesn’t belong to him, that it’s Sam, but he’s still not entirely sure what’s happening.
Sam is here. Sam is okay. That’s the most important, he thinks.
His lips move clumsily against Sam’s until he carefully pulls back enough to ask,] Sam, what happened?
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Part of him knows it doesn’t belong to him, that it’s Sam, but he’s still not entirely sure what’s happening.
Sam is here. Sam is okay. That’s the most important, he thinks.
His lips move clumsily against Sam’s until he carefully pulls back enough to ask,] Sam, what happened?