Walking behind Sam in the grocery store.

Pack dinner tonight, and Leah will be there.

Maybe this time, she'll see you instead of the scars.

Something has Sam on edge, and he hits a shelf in produce.

You jump before you can help it, gasp roughly.

You flinch when he reaches for your hand, repentant.

(His is trembling and that will always, always frighten you.)

Walking next to Sam in the parking lot.

You love him more than life.

More than you.

He takes your hand and you let him.

He held her this way first.

She's not the only one who suffers.

(Cries; rages; bleeds.)

You just do it on the inside.

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own.

Please don't sue.

A/N: Not quite sure how this came about. I'm complete pro-imprinting in the context of Sam/Emily, Jared/Kim, and Quil/Claire. But it felt like being written, so it was. /contemplative sigh/ maybe next time I try a drabble I'll get a clean 100w word count.