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[groupiedrifter]

"This is Newt — still alive... still hanging in there."

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[unclesam]

Want aint't the right word.

[ Sam gives Newt's arm a squeeze, takes a moment to think about how to put it. Is grateful Newt doesn't try to stir up hope. Sam knows that Natasha could be back - isn't sure how he'd feel about it. Would she even remember? Could a different, earlier version of her show up, one who never even reached Vormir?

Does it matter, right now? ]

Gotta be me. Gotta be someone who knows what they need. They're gonna need someone to hold them up for a bit and carry them through this, so they have the space and the safety to go through their feelings on this. I can do that for them. I gotta do that for them.

[ And he looks at Newt. Nor unaffected, but calm. Steadfast. This, he's good at - pulling himself together, preventing himself from coming apart at the seams, because other people need someone like that. So Sam takes Newt's hand - gives Newt something to hold onto, because that helped during his anxiety attack weeks ago, didn't it? ]

You know I'm hear anytime you need to let yourself think about it, right? You gotta give yourself the room, too. Don't let this be something that knocks you out for weeks 'cause it festered until it became too much. Mourning's difficult. It sucks. But it helps, too.

[groupiedrifter]

[He shakes his head.]

Sam, man. You know you're not supposed to be the one making me feel better right now, right?

[Newt's not like Sam. He's known that since Sam introduced himself, basically. Newt's a big crybaby, he's quick to emotion — the good ones, the bad ones — and he's easy to see right through. Heart on the inked sleeve. Even now, Sam's way more composed than the guy who didn't even just lose a dear friend from home. Newt just rubs one eye, breathes out, and tries to follow Sam's impossible example.]

Maybe for a rainy day, huh?

Go be with your team, dude. Don't let me keep you.

[unclesam]

Raincheck it is. But hey, welcome to the patented Wilson brand of friendship - I'll always come to the rescue. Hey, c'mere a moment.

[ Sam pulls him in then. Another brief, but fierce hug. A little more genuine and raw than Sam usually is with people, but circumstances are... well, they are what they are, and pretending not to be on the verge of a breakdown is already hard enough - can't blame him for not being able to pretend he's fine, all things considered. ]

Thank you for being here, man. I'll see you around.