"I know," he replies, and let's go of Sam's waist. Kisses him briefly again, touches his cheek. Slightly bittersweet, all told. "You should leave first. I'll stay here until the party has died down; I'm not on shift, anyway."
No one will be looking for him, is the point; someone will eventually look for Sam.
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Date: 2022-12-27 07:45 pm (UTC)No one will be looking for him, is the point; someone will eventually look for Sam.