It wasn't until a bit later that Sam made his way out onto the porch. His hair was a disaster zone and that wasn't news, but his eyes were bloodshot, he looked miserable and penitent, and he stood there quietly in the doorway, not saying anything just yet.
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Date: 2008-11-23 05:15 pm (UTC)