Ainsley hitches her bag a little higher on her shoulder, nibbling at a few grapes that she'd packed away in there while she waits. She rolls her eyes towards the ceiling and wonders exactly how many arguments she's going to have to give him before he folds. "Sam, what part of time not moving do you not understand? It'll be waiting for you when you come back," she coaxes.
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Date: 2015-03-08 06:53 pm (UTC)