[It's exactly what she needs him to do, but her breathing hitches and her vision blurs when he pulls her close. She hasn't really talked to anyone about this who wasn't there, minus Ian, and somehow that's different. There's still a little part of her that's always afraid she'll get a negative reaction opening up like this, so Sam's arm around her feels like a sort of acceptance, and it makes her heart twist.
It's not even grief, really. She'd given up on her father a long time ago. It's confirmation that he was always everything she thought he was, and the knowledge that her stubbornness hurt someone she cares about so much. Guilt and a sort of shame, all tangled up. She really, really does not want to cry all over him, but she thinks she's going to, and so she buries her face in his shoulder, voice shaky.]
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It's not even grief, really. She'd given up on her father a long time ago. It's confirmation that he was always everything she thought he was, and the knowledge that her stubbornness hurt someone she cares about so much. Guilt and a sort of shame, all tangled up. She really, really does not want to cry all over him, but she thinks she's going to, and so she buries her face in his shoulder, voice shaky.]
Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm fine.
[Totally fine.]