[ Then he's up - mostly. Probably. He's kind of existing in that half awake, half asleep daze where he's definitely gone too long without real sleep and at this point is just stubbornly clinging to conscious, but good enough.
He wonders what it says about him that he hesitates more when he's the one teetering on an abyss of emptiness who needs something to grab onto, where he'd thrown himself right into it when it was her struggling with the absence of a broodmate - but that sounds like too much thinking for right now, and he draws her in easily. Sam pulls himself from the minds of the others he's been trying to stay anchored in, to fill up some of that emptiness - they could probably use the break, anyway - and focuses on her, grabbing hold like the press of fingertips to hips. ]
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He wonders what it says about him that he hesitates more when he's the one teetering on an abyss of emptiness who needs something to grab onto, where he'd thrown himself right into it when it was her struggling with the absence of a broodmate - but that sounds like too much thinking for right now, and he draws her in easily. Sam pulls himself from the minds of the others he's been trying to stay anchored in, to fill up some of that emptiness - they could probably use the break, anyway - and focuses on her, grabbing hold like the press of fingertips to hips. ]
( Not as pretty in here as it was last time. )