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Sam and Alison
After Alison's talk with Scott, she tries hiding out in her room/suite, but Sam comes by to look in on her because he is concerned and gentlemanly like that. She lets him in and cries on him. It's a start.
EDIT: Okay, I'm stupid. It took me a whole day to realize that I put this in the wrong journal. Am teh dumb. Whoops.
Sam decided that, potential awkwardness aside, after the post Alison had made and the thread that followed it, she definitely needed to be looked in on. And it didn't look like there was anyone around to volunteer but Sam, so he made himself walk down the hall and tap on her door. "Al? You in?" he called, trying to make himself sound normal and casual.
Still standing in the middle of the cozy living room she and Lorna now shared, Alison stared ahead for a moment longer before finally turning to look at the door. That was Sam. Answering was good. Even if she felt as though not moving for the next few years was just about the safest thing to do. "I'm here," she whispered, before calling out once more, a little more clearly. "Here."
Sam nodded. Her being there was a step in the right direction. "Y'mind lettin' me in, Al? Ah don't think doors generally open themselves, 'less Nathan's about..." Locked or not, getting Al up and moving was probably a good idea.
I locked it? Oh yeah. Did. Huh. Considering the notion she finally turned fully and walked towards the door. This was Sam. Sam. Not a mean bone in his body would not kick her when down Sam. Ever. No matter what. Reaching for the door she carefully unlocked it, fingertips trailing over the door knob. It's Sam. Safe. Open the door. Now.
Hearing the lock click, Sam waited for Alison to open the door. He stood there patiently, knowing that after the way some members of the staff had jumped at her over her comments, she was probably not feeling too sociable, but that just meant that she needed a friend more than ever right then.
The door opened after a few more moments, Alison staring at his chest for a moment before slowly looking up at him. "Hey," she murmured, which was all she could think of to say. And moving out of the way so he'd come in was the only thing to do, because she wanted the door closed again and soon.
Sam obliged her, stepping in quickly and shutting the door gently behind him. "Hey yourself," he replied. Seeing the defensive set of Alison's shoulders, he decided words could wait and opened his arms quietly.
Oh so unfair. And not. She whimpered at the gesture, eyes filling with tears instantly as she took the one step needed to hide her face in the crook of his shoulder, clinging to him. She was soon sobbing not so quietly, unable to even explain why she was so undone.
Sam let Alison cry herself out, stroking her hair gently and making soothing noises as he held her close in the circle of his arms, careful not to hold too tightly in case she decided that she needed space. Right now it was about whatever she needed, and Sam just concentrated on being a good friend and being there for her.
EDIT: Okay, I'm stupid. It took me a whole day to realize that I put this in the wrong journal. Am teh dumb. Whoops.
Sam decided that, potential awkwardness aside, after the post Alison had made and the thread that followed it, she definitely needed to be looked in on. And it didn't look like there was anyone around to volunteer but Sam, so he made himself walk down the hall and tap on her door. "Al? You in?" he called, trying to make himself sound normal and casual.
Still standing in the middle of the cozy living room she and Lorna now shared, Alison stared ahead for a moment longer before finally turning to look at the door. That was Sam. Answering was good. Even if she felt as though not moving for the next few years was just about the safest thing to do. "I'm here," she whispered, before calling out once more, a little more clearly. "Here."
Sam nodded. Her being there was a step in the right direction. "Y'mind lettin' me in, Al? Ah don't think doors generally open themselves, 'less Nathan's about..." Locked or not, getting Al up and moving was probably a good idea.
I locked it? Oh yeah. Did. Huh. Considering the notion she finally turned fully and walked towards the door. This was Sam. Sam. Not a mean bone in his body would not kick her when down Sam. Ever. No matter what. Reaching for the door she carefully unlocked it, fingertips trailing over the door knob. It's Sam. Safe. Open the door. Now.
Hearing the lock click, Sam waited for Alison to open the door. He stood there patiently, knowing that after the way some members of the staff had jumped at her over her comments, she was probably not feeling too sociable, but that just meant that she needed a friend more than ever right then.
The door opened after a few more moments, Alison staring at his chest for a moment before slowly looking up at him. "Hey," she murmured, which was all she could think of to say. And moving out of the way so he'd come in was the only thing to do, because she wanted the door closed again and soon.
Sam obliged her, stepping in quickly and shutting the door gently behind him. "Hey yourself," he replied. Seeing the defensive set of Alison's shoulders, he decided words could wait and opened his arms quietly.
Oh so unfair. And not. She whimpered at the gesture, eyes filling with tears instantly as she took the one step needed to hide her face in the crook of his shoulder, clinging to him. She was soon sobbing not so quietly, unable to even explain why she was so undone.
Sam let Alison cry herself out, stroking her hair gently and making soothing noises as he held her close in the circle of his arms, careful not to hold too tightly in case she decided that she needed space. Right now it was about whatever she needed, and Sam just concentrated on being a good friend and being there for her.