[ Whatever Josh thinks he's apologizing for, Sam does his best to head him off at the pass. It's difficult to rub at his back with those flipping wings in the way but Sam isn't above trying once he's got a hold of Josh again. ]
No, no no no, h- [ A deep breath of whatever weird supernatural dry cleaner Heaven or Hell uses for their angel emissaries. ] Hey, no. It's all right. You're allowed to miss us. That's okay.
[ He caught the look on Josh's face before he buried it against his shoulder and his grip becomes tighter, readier to hold Josh up for as long as he needs. As long as he wants it. He can't say he feels the same, not when Josh (his Josh, maybe? or would that make this weirder than it already is, quantum realities aside) is still back at the office, but he can try to put himself in Josh's shoes and...
It's not a happy fit at all. ]
Reverse our positions and I'd be crying for Cathy to show up and give me one more stink-eye.
[ The sort-of brand of humor worked before, so Sam can give it a second shot but with a keener sense of truth. They've all gotten this far together, become this singular unit of force to the point where Sam imagines a future and can't conceive any of them not being there. A pie in the sky dream, to be sure, but he can't help it. They're family. ]
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No, no no no, h- [ A deep breath of whatever weird supernatural dry cleaner Heaven or Hell uses for their angel emissaries. ] Hey, no. It's all right. You're allowed to miss us. That's okay.
[ He caught the look on Josh's face before he buried it against his shoulder and his grip becomes tighter, readier to hold Josh up for as long as he needs. As long as he wants it. He can't say he feels the same, not when Josh (his Josh, maybe? or would that make this weirder than it already is, quantum realities aside) is still back at the office, but he can try to put himself in Josh's shoes and...
It's not a happy fit at all. ]
Reverse our positions and I'd be crying for Cathy to show up and give me one more stink-eye.
[ The sort-of brand of humor worked before, so Sam can give it a second shot but with a keener sense of truth. They've all gotten this far together, become this singular unit of force to the point where Sam imagines a future and can't conceive any of them not being there. A pie in the sky dream, to be sure, but he can't help it. They're family. ]