( Even when the mannequin is nothing but molten plastic, Sam doesn't let go. He'll let Rowena decide when she's ready for him to stop. He knows all too well that the fact that it's over, doesn't mean that it's over. Still, he breathes a bit easier as he hears Rowena's sobs quieten against him. This is all awful, but at least he can be here for her during this. He can provide something, even if it's a false sense of stability.
When she finally speaks again, Sam lets out a surprised chuckle. The sound is suspiciously tight and wet, even though he can't feel any tears on his cheeks. )
Thought you trusted me more than that. ( It's said lightly into her hair, not even a jab. Rowena still hasn't moved, so he's still holding onto her. )
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When she finally speaks again, Sam lets out a surprised chuckle. The sound is suspiciously tight and wet, even though he can't feel any tears on his cheeks. )
Thought you trusted me more than that. ( It's said lightly into her hair, not even a jab. Rowena still hasn't moved, so he's still holding onto her. )