Ian follows her a bit, pushing onto his feet. He reaches out after her brushing his hand against her upper arm. He's thankful for the obvious invitation, though he probably would have stayed anyway just to keep an eye on her, maybe tidy up a bit.
"Get some sleep, Sam." He lets her arm go and grabs the bottle to take it back down to the kitchen or wherever it belongs. He shuffles back from her to really let her go to bed. "I'll be here."
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"Get some sleep, Sam." He lets her arm go and grabs the bottle to take it back down to the kitchen or wherever it belongs. He shuffles back from her to really let her go to bed. "I'll be here."
Like he had always meant to be.