[ the defensive mask slips as he stares at him, hand still on the door. it's easy to see the thought process play out in his eyes: wondering if this is a game, considering what it means if it's not, feeling the pained weight of realization that he's possibly left sam to deal with something like this on his own. he hesitates, but finally shoves the door open further, turning to walk in. ] Get in here.
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