Don't tell me you're sorry
Who: Clu and Sam
What: Trying to sort out their differences over a certain someone being gone
When: le now
Where: Sam's apartment
Rating: G? PG? Uh...PG13...uh...who knows with these two?
Clu's face is a cold, emotionless mask. He stands just outside Sam's door. His muscles as rigid as the layers of protective armor that cast a dim, gold light on the nearby walls.
He takes a deep, false breath and knocks.
What: Trying to sort out their differences over a certain someone being gone
When: le now
Where: Sam's apartment
Rating: G? PG? Uh...PG13...uh...who knows with these two?
Clu's face is a cold, emotionless mask. He stands just outside Sam's door. His muscles as rigid as the layers of protective armor that cast a dim, gold light on the nearby walls.
He takes a deep, false breath and knocks.