[Evelyn, who wears her heart on her sleeve and couldn't deceive someone to save her own life, shifts her gaze from the hand on her wrist to his face. Sam fumbles with his words when upset, or flustered, and telling the difference between the two is a maddening exercise in this moment, with her heart fluttering around in her throat.their friendship is important and it's something that she too would like to keep safe, secure.
To lose him would be...catastrophic.]
Sam-
[Love is not a word that is bandied about by many of the men in her life, men who have too many difficulties conveying their emotions verbally. Accustomed to being the one to say it first she feels her breath catch and pulls her wrist free of his loose grip
before weaving her fingers between his and squeezing lightly. A light laugh covers the anxiety and she pulls him closer.]
no subject
To lose him would be...catastrophic.]
Sam-
[Love is not a word that is bandied about by many of the men in her life, men who have too many difficulties conveying their emotions verbally. Accustomed to being the one to say it first she feels her breath catch and pulls her wrist free of his loose grip
before weaving her fingers between his and squeezing lightly. A light laugh covers the anxiety and she pulls him closer.]
You think?