"Unless your car is full of candy bar wrappers, I think he'd have trouble figuring out which one is yours." Sam takes a last sip of his beer and shakes his head. "No, I think you're safe enough. We've had our issues, but I think he's trusting me to be able to handle this on my own."
Even if it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. He'd had years to come to terms with what was on that DVD, with the fact that neither of them had ever had the chance to say what they meant or what they could have meant. It didn't make it easy in the least, but he'd dealt with it. Or so he thought, until now.
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Date: 2014-02-17 11:21 am (UTC)Even if it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. He'd had years to come to terms with what was on that DVD, with the fact that neither of them had ever had the chance to say what they meant or what they could have meant. It didn't make it easy in the least, but he'd dealt with it. Or so he thought, until now.