[ okay she says, with that quiet, soft voice of her's, and sam just lingers as he watches. as he waits for something to break, for one of them to slip up. julie's eyes don't water, but it also still feels like they might. like she is just barely holding on to that expression and there's nothing he can really do about it.
so all sam can do is exhale. to lean forward a press a kiss to her forehead before he's pulling her back into another hug. they are still at this party, and the music is still heard from the dancefloor, and there are still so many people who are so close. but the truth of it is, in this moment, sam's not really sure anyone else matters. ]
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so all sam can do is exhale. to lean forward a press a kiss to her forehead before he's pulling her back into another hug. they are still at this party, and the music is still heard from the dancefloor, and there are still so many people who are so close. but the truth of it is, in this moment, sam's not really sure anyone else matters. ]
Okay. [ he repeats. ] Good.