"N-Nm-"
He struggled to speak, trying to force out words-
Sam: I-I- uhm- C-could i hug you?
it was the only thing he could think off
He sniffled and nodded
he gently wrapped his arms around him, hugging him
Sam: Do . . do you want to tell me what's bothering you?
"Mf...."
He leaned into him
"It's-.....it's-not important-"
Sam: That's not what i asked.
"I-It doesn't matter Sam...I-I don't want to bother you with it-"
he pulled away a little to look at him
Sam: Why would it bother me?
"I-I-I just-...I-I don't want to worry you-i-it doesn't matter. R-Really-it doesn't-"
Sam: Jun. I dont care if it does or doesn't matter. If it would hurt me or make me worry. Besides- I'm supposed to worry. So, do you want to talk about.
