Stop soundin' like that then. [he really, really wants to pace. Fuck. Sam stays crouched, rubbing at his face. He grabs Eric's leg and tries to physically pull it free. It works just as well as his other attempts.
He licks his lips. Looks up, apologetic.] ...I might have to call for help.
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He licks his lips. Looks up, apologetic.] ...I might have to call for help.