[ There's a low chuckle across the mental link, a hum of acknowledgement. The sounds of life, the reminder that you weren't alone. There'd been times when it made Sam feel more alone than ever, wondering what was wrong with him that he couldn't be part of it like he used to, but more often than not it'd been a comfort. ]
(Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I used to be one of them.) [ There's the tiniest hesitation, then, ] (These days I can't sleep if I'm alone.)
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( Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. I used to be one of them. ) [ There's the tiniest hesitation, then, ] ( These days I can't sleep if I'm alone. )