Just one word, soft, but certain. Every romantic relationship in her adult life had ended in loneliness of some kind, whether by death or spectacular breakup, and Sam was so afraid to set herself up for that again. It was why she was burying herself in her work even here on this island. Not duty, or at least not entirely; it was fear. Fear that it wouldn't work, fear that it wasn't real, fear that it wouldn't last. And it was petrifying in a way that all the crazy things she did on the job never had been--because that was the job, and this was her life.
"I am." And she needed him to be patient with her until she wasn't anymore, but she didn't know how to ask him.
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Just one word, soft, but certain. Every romantic relationship in her adult life had ended in loneliness of some kind, whether by death or spectacular breakup, and Sam was so afraid to set herself up for that again. It was why she was burying herself in her work even here on this island. Not duty, or at least not entirely; it was fear. Fear that it wouldn't work, fear that it wasn't real, fear that it wouldn't last. And it was petrifying in a way that all the crazy things she did on the job never had been--because that was the job, and this was her life.
"I am." And she needed him to be patient with her until she wasn't anymore, but she didn't know how to ask him.