Much better. He melts against Sam's chest, eyes slipping closed as he leans in. That particular shred of guilt taken away- there's still the rest. Old, ragged wounds ripped open by the meeting and he's...he's alright.
He might not have done the noble thing but he did what he needed to. That's gotta be worth something. "Same to you. I have a hard time telling you no."
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He might not have done the noble thing but he did what he needed to. That's gotta be worth something. "Same to you. I have a hard time telling you no."