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Pound. Sniffle. Pound
You rest your nuclear reactor of a head against the cold passenger's side window. Pala soothes you with her air conditioner and comfy seats. Meanwhile, someone familiar hovers near you, causing everything to slip away. Everything's easier.
Sam cards his fingers through your hair. Eyes glued shut but you know his attention is entirely upon you. You have him back now, your Sammy, complete with soul and with heart. You smile and he kisses your forehead. Tells you he loves you. This is the one chick flick moment you so desperately need. You want to push away but you can't.
This… Sammy… Is Home.
FIN