Samuel seemed to be his usual put together, stoic self the next morning. But I could see the strain in his jaw, the ever so slight creases in his brow. I could see the pain and fear still in his eyes. No he may not be scared about today or about whatever the future may hold, though that was concerning. He was scared by what almost happened, he was scared that he almost died, even though he knew what would happen.
I walked to him with a small smile and cupped his face between my hands. "Are you alright?" I asked lowly. He looked down at me, his eyes blazing with emotion as his hands covered mine. "I am more than alright." He tried to assure me. I c****d my head to the side as I reached up and smoothed out the wrinkles in his brow. "I don't think you are. But that's okay, no one expects yo
