connie.

    the position that connie was putting at this moment was never
    a position she had been in before. she was always the one that
    received the calming, not giving it. she had sam sit down beside 
    her on the couch, hand still intact so that he would still remain
    somewhat calm. they were dealing with that kind of anger, the
    rampaging one. the kind that didn’t have a reason. 

    “ okay, so if someone has gotten upset over you disagreeing with
    ‘em and they act out this way, then yes he may be insane. even if
    he’s still after you. look, i’ll reassure you right here and now sam. “
    she tried getting him to quiet down and look at her in the eyes. “ i
    am trained in archery, throwing knives, and almost everything that
    subjects to combative skills. if you feel like you can’t be alone, then
    you’re welcome to stay here, okay? “

     he moved his hand so their fingers can intertwine properly, saying
     thank you without sparing the words. he sat as she does, still
     confused & perplexed, just hoping the abnormal weight throwing
     his stomach off will ebb away. at first he looks away, feels unable
     to maintain this sort of eye-contact with fear he’d convey a bad
     sense of SHAME, but he concedes & meets her eyes.

     there he feels more comforted. 

     there’s a quality in a person that, once unearthed, opens a lot
     of doors for trust to pour out from others. sam believes he’s
     found it in her. he nods, swallowing to rid of the dryness in his
     throat. “that’s a good range of useful skills,” he quips. the ends
     of his lips quirk into an awkward, dimpled smile, “thanks, connie.
     i– i think i will. for tonight.” if he ever glances out the window,
     home alone, to see a strange silhouette AGAIN, he would never
     be kept at ease.