( he leans a little, into the warm pressure of her hands. christ, when was the last time anyone touched him like this? he's not even sure he and bill had time for it, their marriage happened mostly while he was overseas and she was in school and then it was over. they'd been closer, somehow, in high school when everything had seemed so simple, before the world changed. working with kids now, looking at sixteen year olds who've been on the street or in the system, sam wonders sometimes how he was ever that young.
idly, he reaches to tie his hair up. he's always got a band around his wrist for just that purpose. )
No. But I'll confess, I do kind of know how to do some beadwork, though.
( a woman's work, traditionally. the peril of growing up with more women than men, though his grandfather had tried to teach him to work leather he's not sure how much of it he's truly retained. )
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idly, he reaches to tie his hair up. he's always got a band around his wrist for just that purpose. )
No. But I'll confess, I do kind of know how to do some beadwork, though.
( a woman's work, traditionally. the peril of growing up with more women than men, though his grandfather had tried to teach him to work leather he's not sure how much of it he's truly retained. )