[ sam is no stranger to distrust - if he counts his inner circle of colleagues for the better part of the last five years, he's actually quite expert in recognizing it. so he doesn't fault her for the lookover, and why he doesn't shy away from it either, his look remaining open. honest. she'll pick up on the fact he generally says what he means after they've had more than a single conversation, but until then sam can be patient.
he can take her answer, her okay. because whether or not alina trusts him, sam trusts her. and maybe that won't work out for him, and maybe there will be stumbling blocks on the road ahead, but all he can do is hold up his side. trust mal, and by extension, trust alina.
and as she gestures around, sam's eyes follow her hands. look to the cell around her, her cellmates. there's a look of displeasure that crosses his eyes for half a second at the state of things. at the hell they're putting people through down here, but then it's gone. ]
We're working on it, I promise. just need a little more time. [ and then his expression softens. ] Until then, what do you need? Food? Clothes? How can I help?
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he can take her answer, her okay. because whether or not alina trusts him, sam trusts her. and maybe that won't work out for him, and maybe there will be stumbling blocks on the road ahead, but all he can do is hold up his side. trust mal, and by extension, trust alina.
and as she gestures around, sam's eyes follow her hands. look to the cell around her, her cellmates. there's a look of displeasure that crosses his eyes for half a second at the state of things. at the hell they're putting people through down here, but then it's gone. ]
We're working on it, I promise. just need a little more time. [ and then his expression softens. ] Until then, what do you need? Food? Clothes? How can I help?