( He contemplates the offer for a sparse few seconds, and then nods — more at the ground than at Sam. )
Yeah. Sure.
( He's not really accepting for himself. He neither needs nor deserves help, he knows, but something in his gut says it'll make things somehow... better, if he just lets it happen. That it'll make Sam feel better, that it'll smooth out this otherwise fractured interaction if he rolls over and accepts the offer.
And, of course, there's always that little part of him deep down that just selfishly, childishly, doesn't actually want to be alone. )
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Yeah. Sure.
( He's not really accepting for himself. He neither needs nor deserves help, he knows, but something in his gut says it'll make things somehow... better, if he just lets it happen. That it'll make Sam feel better, that it'll smooth out this otherwise fractured interaction if he rolls over and accepts the offer.
And, of course, there's always that little part of him deep down that just selfishly, childishly, doesn't actually want to be alone. )
Thanks.