Todd Wants Key's Face

Sam: YOU'RE NOT MY MOM, SARAH! I CAN'T "TRY HARDER" AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!

Sarah: Jesus Christ, Sam, have you looked in a mirror lately?! How can you NOT see what you're doing to yourself!?

Sam: I DON'T CARE WHATEVER THE HELL I'M DOING TO MYSELF!! I DON'T CARE IF I DRINK MYSELF TO frackING DEATH!!

Sarah: *is extremely taken aback by this* ...You don't mean that... D:>

Sam: I SURE AS frack DO, YOU dog!! AT LEAST THEN I CAN BE WITH MY FATHER AGAIN!!

Sarah: *can't believe that she's hearing* Y-You're joking. SO YOU'D LEAVE YOUR MOTHER BEHIND? YOU'D LEAVE ME BEHIND? *holds up her hand, showing him her wedding ring* DOES THIS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU ANYMORE?

Sam: I GUESS IT frackING DOESN'T!! *he practically rips off his wedding ring and throws it at her* TAKE IT!! TAKE THIS frackING THING!! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT IT!!

Sarah: *stares at the discarded ring in shock, left completely speechless--he didn't mean that, right? RIGHT? she looks back at him, at how angry he looked, narrows her eyes at him--if he didn't care, fine. She wouldn't care either. she walks past him, opens the window, and leaps out of it onto the next building over, needing to get away from him for now (maybe even longer than that, since he apparently doesn't give a shoot anymore). she runs, not really sure where she was going, wiping tears from her eyes as she goes*

Sam: *he watches her leave, and instantly regrets what he's said... no... he never meant to say something like that, it was just - it was just this damn ALCOHOL clouding his mind... but no, he never meant to, he never meant to... Sam sits down at the kitchen table, carefully picking out the shards of glass stuck in his hand* ...

Sarah: *runs for a long time. she eventually descends from the rooftops, landing on the ground with a soft THUMP. she lookks at her hand, at her ring, and rips it off her finger, ready to simply throw it away and move on with her life, but... she can't. she can't do it. she lets out a shuddering sigh, failing at holding back tears, and puts the ring in her pocket before she starts walking again, walking into the first place she sees--a pub called Daniel O'Brien's*

*the pub has a warm feeling to it, an almost festive feeling, full of chattering people, the smells of various foods, a few televisions scattered around showing different sports games that interested most of the pub customers*

Hostess: *to Sarah* Excuse me - would you like a table or a seat at the bar?

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Sam: *he tries calling Sarah, dialing her number with his cell phone* ...

Sarah: Hm? Oh--t-table, please. *wants to be nowhere near the bar at the moment. she hears her phone go off in her pocket and pulls it out, looking at the number; she immediately hits the "ignore" button and puts it back in her pocket*

Hostess: Alright, right this way - *she leads Sarah to an open booth table*

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Sam: *he gets Sarah's answering machine, and leaves his message* ... S-Sarah... I-I never... I didn'mean whaddi said... I still... I still have m'ring... I shtill love you... please come back... please... *he then hangs up with a sigh, looking at the table, upset*

Sarah: *sits down, and thanks the hostess, sighing inwardly. this was nothing like what she thought it would be like... she was reminded too much of how it all USED to be... and she really didn't like it*

Hostess: A waiter will be with you shortly. *she then wanders back to the front*

Big Bearded Biker: *he glances over from his seat at the bar and is surprised by what he sees. He hops off the bar stool and walks over to Sarah's table* Sarah! Hey! :D

Sarah: ?? *looks up, and squints at the biker--then, her eyes widen* O_O!! Nate??

Nate: It's been a while! *he sits down at the table, across from her* What are you doing in a pub like this? :D

Sarah: ...Nnh... *looks down* ...trying to get away from someone, I guess...

Nate: ... Oh... I'm sorry... and I heard your dad died... I'm really sorry about that, too... <:(

Sarah: It's... I guess that's okay now, I've come to terms with it... *(unlike Sam...)*

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Sam: Yeah, well, obviously you've been through the same thing.

Sarah: ...Mhmm... is there any way I can help you cope...?

Sam: No. There's no way you can help. I just need to get through it on my own, okay? >:/

Sarah: Okay, alright... just... let me know if you think of anything, okay? I don't like seeing you like this. <:/

Sam: Mmhn... >:/ *he flips himself over onto his side again*

Sarah: *can tell that he doesn't want her there, so she gets up and leaves, quietly closing the door* ...

Sam: *he goes back to sleep, feeling detached from himself*

Sarah: ... *looks up, and notices the time--she's supposed to be on the set right now. whoooops! she quickly grabs her coat and heads out, hoping Sam will be okay there on his own*

Sam: *as soon as Sarah's gone, he gets up and looks for alcohol... but there's none there. He looks everywhere, EVERYWHERE, BUT THERE'S NOTHING! Sarah - SHE must have done this, dumped all they had in the house... well FINE, he thinks, he'll just get it somewhere ELSE! Sam gets dressed and heads out to a local bar. He drinks*

Sarah: *is given the script, and the role she gets to do stunts for. she's quite satisfied with the assignment--it was the kind she had been looking forward to doing*

Sam: *while at the bar, he encounters a skinny sort of man with a shoot-eating grin - this asshole then pats Sam on the back*

Guy: Hey... heard 'bout your DAD... nice to know he's dead, right? Don't have to take care of the crazy bastard anymore... heheheh -

Sam: *punches him in the face as hard as he can* YOU TAKE THAT THE frack BACK, YOU frackING shootHEAD!!

Guy: WHAT THE HELL!! D8< *he then punches Sam back*

*a bar fight ensues*

Sarah: *is completely oblivious to this--she does her job as she should be doing it, quite happy with it*

Sam: *after the bar fight is broken up, he rides the bike back home, stumbling over to the couch, his face cut and bruised, his right hand bleeding very much, shards of glass stuck in it. His blood has gotten all over his wedding ring. Not that he can feel the cuts. Thank god for that numbness alcohol can give you, right? He feels fracking invincible*

Sarah: *comes back home after work, and is shocked to find Sam there, in THAT condition* D:>!!??

Sam: *he lets out an annoyed groan, as Sarah is getting worked up for nothing. He holds his head in his less damaged hand, not even willing to look at her* fracking CHRIST, WHAT...?

Sarah: W-What do you mean, "WHAT?" Look at you, how--what HAPPENED? D:>

Sam: ... I went to a bar an' punched an ash-hole in the face... wazzit it LOOK like?

Sarah: Oh my god, Sam, you've got to be KIDDING me...! What happened to "trying harder"?? DX

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Sam: *he soon realizes how very much he seems to crave that drunken feeling... like he NEEDED it... oh shoot. How did he suddenly become an alcoholic? It... he hadn't been THAT bad... right? It feels like there's a knot in the pit of his stomach, twisting up tightly, and he feels incredibly anxious, looking around the room, worried*

Sarah: *wonders if throwing out the drinks and talking to him was going to be enough to stop him... she really hoped so*

Sam: *knows he needs to get to work, but he's completely lost interest in the whole thing* ...

Sarah: ... *gets up after a few moments after she noticed that he wasn't coming back out, and stops in front of the door* ...Do you want me to call you in?

Sam: ... *continues staring at the wall* ... Sure... whatever... you do that...

Sarah: .... *goes, grabs the phone, and does exactly that. she makes an excuse for him, saying he was ill, and hangs up* ...

Sam: *he lies on the bed and stares, feeling the pounding, feeling numb* ...

Sarah: *is incredibly worried--Sam ALWAYS wants to go to work. She sincerely HOPED he hadn't fallen into a depression because of his father's death...*

Sam: *he stares at the wall for a while longer, then flips himself over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, eyes watering, forming into tears to roll down his cheeks. It isn't fair... and now all he really can do is drink to feel better, and now Sarah won't even let him*

Sarah: *wants to help him cope, she really does, but she doesn't know what to DO... she goes over and lightly knocks on the door* ...can I come in?

Sam: *he quickly wipes the tears from his cheeks* ... Y-Yeah - yeah...whatever. Come in.

Sarah: *opens the door, and shuts it quietly, not wanting to worsen his headache. she bites her lip, not quite sure what she had been planning to do* ...are you, um... feeling any better?

Sam: *he gives her a light glare* ... ... No. Why?

Sarah: *sheepishly* j-just wondering...

Sam: ... Alright. Fine...

Sarah: ... *goes to sit on the edge of the bed* ...

Sam: *he lets out a sigh. Why is she staying? Can't Sarah just LEAVE? He needs to be alone... just... ALONE...^

Sarah: ... It hurts that bad, doesn't it?

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Sam: I mean it specifically help me forget about my dad being dead for a few hours! >:(

Sarah: How much of your paperwork have you managed to get done, Sam? >:/

Sam: ... Enough. I got enough done to call it a day.

Sarah: *is most definitely not convinced* ...RIGHT.

Sam: Sarah, you don't know what you're talking about! You don't know what I do at work, okay? D:<

Sarah: No, I don't, but I KNOW when you're lying. I KNOW when something's up with you.

Sam: Oh yeah? OH YEAH?? WELL WHAT THE frack'S UP WITH ME, THEN?? HUH??

Sarah: *is trying VERY HARD to refrain from yelling at him* You're drinking yourself to sleep because you can't deal with the fact that your dad's gone. There's something WRONG there, Sam! I was just as close to my dad as you were, and I didn't get NEARLY this bad. Hell, you should be helping your MOM cope instead of letting yourself go like this! D:<

Sam: *he hisses at her* Well! I guess that just makes you the better of us, huh? The stronger one here?? Because I an't handle my emotions as well as you?? D8<

Sarah: I'm JUST SAYING that you need to try just a LITTLE BIT harder! D:<

Sam: WELL IT'S NOT AS EASY AS YOU frackING THINK!! DDD8<

Sarah: YOUR DAD DIED HAPPY! MINE WAS MURDERED!!! I FOUND HIM LYING IN A BLOODY HEAP IN THE SNOW! YOU CAN'T SAY YOU HAD IT WORSE!!!

Sam: WELL, I GUESS YOU REALLY ARE frackING BETTER THAN ME! YOUR DAD WAS MURDERED! WHOOP-DE-frackING-DO!! I'M THE BAD GUY HERE BECAUSE I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT AS WELL AS YOU CAN!! D8<

Sarah: I NEVER SAID YOU WERE THE BAD GUY! JUST-- *stops herself, and takes a deep breath* nrrhh... I just want you to TRY, okay? D:>

Sam: ... FINE... *he tries calming down, only manages to half-succeed, no longer yelling, but keeping his glare*

Sarah: ...THANK you...

Sam: *he turns his glare to the floor, then wanders into the bedroom and lies down on the bed, head throbbing* >:( ...

Sarah: ... *stays outside. she sighs, wondering if anything she had said had affected him even a LITTLE bit...*

Sam: *he lies on the bed, back to staring at the wall. He wonders if he even CAN do as Sarah says... Sarah... how can she have gone through what he's going through right now and not understand why he's turned to drinking?*

Sarah: ... *sits down on the couch, and leans back to stare at the ceiling. why did Sam feel the need to drink just to cope? All he had to do was accept what had happened...*

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The Next Morning

Sam: *he sleeps a dreamless sleep, a lot of what happened yesterday forgotten and foggy*

Sarah: *frowns when she wakes up from a relatively happy dream... she needed to talk to Sam today*

Sam: *he wakes up - the hangover isn't too bad this time, but he is still in enough pain to leave him in a foul mood. He gets out of bed and gets dressed* ...

Sarah: ... *decides to take the initiative (oh god, this is a bad idea) and goes to knock on the bedroom door* ...Sam?

Sam: Mmff... WHAT? M'tired and my head hurts...

Sarah: ...I just wanted to talk for a little bit... do you want me to get you some painkillers? <:/

Sam: ... Sure, yeah, please... *shuts his eyes tightly, trying to bare the pain*

Sarah: ... *goes to grab the bottle of painkillers again and a glass of water, then carefully enters the room* ...

Sam: *stares at the wall, a bit dazed. He doesn't notice when Sarah enters the room again*

Sarah: ... *sets the glass and the bottle down on the nightstand* ...Sam?

Sam: Mm? Oh... thanks... *he takes the water and pills and gulps them down*

Sarah: *waits for him to finish before speaking again* ...Sam... about... about yesterday...

Sam: ... What about it?

Sarah: ...you don't... remember?

Sam: Yesterday was a foggy mess, Sarah. >:/

Sarah: ...And do you know WHY...? :/

Sam: I dunno. Cuz' I was drunk?

Sarah: Exactly. I thought we had decided that you weren't going to do that anymore. <:/

Sam: ... I can't help it, I just... it helps me... NOT... think...

Sarah: The thing is.. you kind of HAVE to think. You won't be able to do anything if you DON'T...

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Sam: ... Sure... *he enters the building, though not in the mood to do much of anything*

Sarah: ... *walks home, leaving the motorcycle for Sam to use to get home. She hopes he'll be fine... she should have tried harder to keep him home...*

Sam: *At work, he fills out a couple of papers, loses motivation, and turns to drinking once more*

General Gilder: Lieutenant Gatzsky, a report came in from - is that... alcohol?

Sam: Scotch, so yes.

General Gilder: ... And you're downing it like it's nothing...

Sam: I see no problem with that, General. Do you?

Gilder: ... ... N-no sir...

Sarah: *is seriously considering going back, but no, she knew he would be upset with her... so she doesn't. she gets home and sits down, watching TV, bored. she didn't have to show up on the set for another few days, and the boredom was ALREADY driving her crazy*

Sam: What did you have to report, General?

Gilder: Wh-what - ? O-OH! Yes, here's a report of the last four months, and we've noticed an increase in crime, more specifically robberies and muggings.

Sam: I'll take care of that.

Gilder: Yes sir. Uh... please be careful with how much you drink, especially in the office.

Sam: Get out.

Gilder: Yes sir. *he leaves*

*much later that day*

Sarah: *has dozed off on the couch*

Sam: *soon gets home, somewhat drunk, though not as bad as yesterday. Not yet. He looks through the cabinets until he finds some form of alcohol, which he drinks*

Sarah: ...? *is awoken by the sounds he's making in the kitchen, and gets up to go look* !! H-Hey! *approaches him, and tries to take the bottle out of his hand* Sam, I thought we talked about this...! You didn't even call! D:>

Sam: *snarling at her* I FORGOT, no give that BACK! D8<

Sarah: No. >:( Sam, this is getting really out of hand, can't you see what you're doing to yourself??

Sam: I'M MAKING IT BETTER!! LEAVE ME THE frack ALONE, OR I SWEAR TO GOD SARAH, I'LL... I'LL DO SOMETHING!!

Sarah: *stands her ground, unafraid* LIKE WHAT? WHAT WILL YOU DO?

Sam: *he suddenly grabs the alcohol out of Sarah's hand and throws it across the room as hard as he can, nearly ripping his arm out of its socket - it shatters loudly against the wall, strong-smelling liquid dripping down it - Sam's eyes are fire-y, like that of a wild animal, staring into Sarah's eyes, her very SOUL, and his teeth are bared, tightly clenched*

Sarah: !!! *stares back at him, the fear starting to show in her own eyes--would... would he hurt her?*

Sam: *he only hisses at her* ... frack you, Sarah... *then storms off to bed, crawling in and falling asleep*

Sarah: *watches him leave, frozen in place. she was scared of him. she shouldn't have to be scared of him, he's... he's her husband, for cryin' out loud! She couldn't allow this to get worse. she searches through every single cabinet, in the fridge, and pours the contents of every single bottle of alcohol she could find down the drain. yes, it was drastic, but it had to be done*

Sam: *he sleeps, oblivious to what Sarah is doing outside the room, oblivious to what Sarah thinks of him. His mind is clouded, and he simply sleeps*

Sarah: *once she's done, she throws all the bottles out (god, did i really have this much alcohol in here...?) and grabs a towel to clean up the shattered glass. This... this scared her more than him yelling at her. Words she could take. Threats... not so much. It was just going too far. once she is done cleaning the mess off the walls, she very quietly goes into the bedroom and grabs another set of blankets (she had thrown the other set into the wash, as they practically reeked of alcohol), and goes to sleep on the couch. she... wasn't sure how she was going to face him the next day*

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Sam: M'kay... fine... *he drags his feet over to the door*

Sarah: <:/ .... *grabs her jacket and puts it on, and opens the door for him, helping him out* ...You know, I really think you should stay home...

Sam: No, I am NOT goddamn staying home! *winces a little from his own voice*

Sarah: Okay, okay...! Just shhh, then. *helps him out of the apartment, and all the way downstairs to the parking lot where his bike is*

Sam: *carefully gets on the bike. He's determined to go to work*

Sarah: *hops on the bike, and revs the engine* ...Hang on, okay?

Sam: *does* ... M'kay...

Sarah: *after making SURE, she heads out towards the outpost, driving somewhat slowly to allow Sam just a bit more time to recover*

Sam: *holds on tightly to Sarah, trying not to vomit again*

Sarah: *is very careful not to make any sudden movements, and they arrive at the outpost without incident. She parks the motorcycle, and hops off the bike to help Sam down* ...

Sam: *stumbles off the bike, feeling and looking rather sick*

Sarah: *grabs him and steadies him* ...Sam, are you sure about this?

Sam: ... I'm FINE... I just need to sit down...

Sarah: ...I'll come with you, then...

Sam: *rather quickly* NO! Mmff... No, you'll just... what will you even DO, I mean?

Sarah: I mean, I'd just help you get to your office... <:/

Sam: No... that's okay... I can make it on my own...

Sarah: ...Okay... *lowers her voice so no one else can hear* Will you promise me you won't drink yourself to sleep again today? Please?

Sam: *halfheartedly* ... Sure. Yeah, okay. Just... lemme work...

Sarah: ...Alright... just, um... call ahead when you're heading home, okay? <:(

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The Next Morning

Sam: *is still fast asleep, not remembering much of anything from yesterday*

Sarah: *gets up, and quickly pokes her head out of the bedroom to make sure Sam was still where she left him--after she confirms this, she withdraws back into her room and gets dressed, then goes back out, towards the couch* ... <:/

Sam: *still asleep, dreaming of nothing, unmoving from his position before*

Sarah: ... *goes into the kitchen and pours herself a bowl of cereal, not really feeling too hungry. she sits down next to Sam on the couch, and waits for him to wake up* ...

Sam: *groans when he eventually wakes up, feeling lifeless, a sad sack of nothing* ...Mffnnngod...

Sarah: ! *puts down her nearly-empty bowl* Hey... You went and got drunk again, huh? You need to stop doing that... <:/

Sam: Sarah, yrmff... you're not my mom... please don't tell me what I can an' can't do...

Sarah: Do I HAVE to get Claire over here? Because I'm pretty sure she'd agree with me. :/

Sam: ... Get whoever the frack you want to come over... I don't fracking care... just don't talk so loud...

Sarah: *lowers her voice* I'm not being that loud... Sam, I don't think you should go into work today...

Sam: ... Not a good idea... I need to get work done... *he stands up, then immediately sprints to the bathroom to vomit, like the night before*

Sarah: !! ... I rest my case... <:( *waits for him to come out again*

Sam: *vomits for a while, retching bile into the toilet until he is done, in which he stumbles out, moaning like a zombie*

Sarah: ...Yep, you're definitely not going to work today.

Sam: *pathetically* Stop it... I need to...

Sarah: Tell me how much work you got done last night.

Sam: ... Not enough... let me go back...

Sarah: Sam, you can barely stand up without vomiting, much less concentrate on paperwork... D;

Sam: I won't be standing when I do paperwork... I'll be fine...

Sarah: ...Will you at least let me take you to work, then?

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Sam: *not knowing what to do, too depressed to care, Sam fishes through a drawer underneath his desk and finds nothing that can help distract him. So he gets up, unable to focus, and leaves. He walks around, the only thing on his mind being his dead father. He heads into a bar*

Sarah: ...I did... Sam and I both did...

Key: ...I see... how's Sam?

Sarah: ...not doing well... *sighs* I'm worried about YOU right now, mom...

Key: ... *takes a deep breath, and lets it out as a long sigh* I'm... I'm fine. I guess.

Sam: *in the bar, Sam drinks. He drinks not because he likes it, but to get drunk, because he knows if he gets drunk, he doesn't have to think about his father*

Sarah: ...You sure?

Key: ...He was a really good friend. I won't lie, I cried when I heard what happened.

Sarah: <:( ...

Sam: *When he is completely drunk, he stumbles out of the bar, back to the Outpost, gets on his motorcycle, and heads home early. Somehow, he manages to avoid getting into an accident*

Sarah: ...

Key: ...I never expected him to go that way, you know. For some reason, I always thought it'd be something a bit less... subtle... *shakes her head* Poor Claire... How was she doing?

Sarah: Not... not well...

Key: Mmh... maybe I should pay her a visit... they were so close...

Sarah: ...You and dad were close too...

Key: ...They were different. I can't explain it, but they were... Do you mind walking with me to Claire's? I don't think she'll mind the company.

Sarah: Of course I don't mind, mom... <:(

Key: *grabs her jacket, and puts it on. they both head out, to Claire's*

Sam: *he nearly drops the key trying to get inside the apartment, but he manages to, and there he finds more alcohol to drink, get even more drunk. Can't be wasting all his money on drinks, no, not when there's some still at home*

Sarah: *stops when they reach Claire's* I think I should be heading back... Need to make sure I'm home before Sam gets back from work...

Key: Is something wrong? Well... besides the obvious?

Sarah: ...He's really not coping well. I just want to make sure he's okay.

Key: I understand. <:/ Tell him I hope he feels better soon, alright?

Sarah: *nods, and continues home*

Sam: *he ends up falling asleep on the couch, an empty bottle of whiskey on the ground, his cheeks stained with tears*

Sarah: *comes into the apartment to find Sam passed out on the couch, bottle of whiskey RIGHT THERE next to him... she WOULD be angry, but there was no point--he was asleep, he wouldn't hear her. she picks up the bottle, and sets it on the counter before moving Sam and putting him in a more comfortable position on the couch. she goes into the bedroom and grabs a spare blanket, coming back out and putting it over him. she casts him a sad, somewhat disappointed look before going to the kitchen, throwing out the empty bottle and looking around for any more alcohol that he may have found*

Sam: *he doesn't stir when Sarah moves him, being far too drunk to wake up from anything. After heading back from the bar, all he drank was the bottle of whiskey, as he didn't really NEED much else to reach his limits*

Sarah: *sighs in relief when she sees no evidence of extra drinking. she looks over to Sam, then at the fridge. this alcohol thing was really starting to be a problem. Should she just get rid of the rest of it? Though... if he was really desperate, he could always get drinks somewhere else... and she would much rather have him drunk HERE, where she could keep an eye on him, than outside, where he could get himself into trouble...*

Sam: *he wakes up suddenly to an incredibly uncomfortable feeling, which he quickly realizes as nausea. He gets up and pathetically stumbles over to the bathroom where he vomits in the toilet*

Sarah: ! *hadn't noticed him move in her rummaging through the fridge, and frowns* ... *decides: she was definitely throwing the alcohol out. she absolutely HATED seeing Sam like this*

Sam: *he then staggers out of the bathroom, back over to the couch, but doesn't make it - he blacks out before he can reach it, and lands on the floor*

Sarah: !!!! *runs over and quickly looks him over, making sure he didn't severely hurt anything (god, he's going to feel like crap in the morning...), then does her best to drag him back over to the couch, since it was closer than the bedroom at this point. she lays him down again, and puts the blanket over him AGAIN, and stays there for a few minutes, just to make sure he won't get back up and do something stupid*

Sam: *in his drunken sleep, he mumbles out a question to know one* Wasz'gommnnone...?

Sarah: *it takes her a moment to decipher what he said* ...Nothing's going on Sam... just sleep. <:/ *decides to go to bed, herself--hopefully she'll wake up before him the next day*

Sam: Mnhh... *he sleeps, forgetting even asking the question, along with everything else*

Sarah: *takes a little while to fall asleep, due to having her mind clouded with worry...*

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Sam: *he squeezes his eyes tightly shut. He tries not to cry, and he does. Once he does, he doesn't bother stopping it. He lets himself cry, shoulders shaking*

Sarah: D:> ... *hugs him as best as she can, combing a hand through his hair* ...just let it out, okay? keeping it in makes it hurt more...

Sam: ... No... NO... I sh-shouldn't be crying like this... n-not f-for him...!

Sarah: ... I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted you to bottle it all up, though...

Sam: ... H-how do YOU know...? He's not YOUR dad...

Sarah: ...I know I didn't know Harry nearly as well as you did, but... I'm sure he didn't have a heart of stone. He wouldn't think any different of you whether you cry or not.

Sam: *he stares blankly at her, realizing that yes, this must be true as tears break through his emotionless barrier. He ends up crying again*

Sarah: *still hugs him, whispering comforting words to him* Shhh... shhh, it's okay...

Sam: *he cries into her arms, feeling pathetic, feeling miserable, feeling like a child again... a child whose lost his parent, and his sense of direction, his guidance*

Sarah: *hugs him tightly, trying to provide comfort as best as she can....*

Sam: I-I just... I-I need to get to work... *he carefully sits up, then gets dressed, not in as much pain as before*

Sarah: *sticks around, just to make sure he'll be okay*

Sam: *he stumbles out, eats a handful of cereal as his breakfast, and leaves, heading off to work*

Sarah: ... *grabs her jacket, and goes out, headed for her mother's house. she was sure she already knew about Harry, and had been keeping it quiet for the same reason Claire had been...*

Sam: *at work, he can't focus. He simply sits, bleary-eyed, staring at the papers like they mean nothing to him. And at the moment, they really don't* ...

Sarah: ... *knocks on her mother's door* ...

Key: *opens the door--she looks tired, but she puts on her best smile, stepping aside to let Sarah in* Hey, Sarah! How was the honeymoon? :)

Sarah: it was alright... I'm more worried about you, though...

Key: *her smile fades, and she shuts the door* ...You talked to Claire, I'm guessing?

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