"Oh my god, Claire!" Sam said, bursting (as much as you could in a hospital) into her room.
"How could you not tell me? How could you keep it a secret? I thought we were friends. And all this time you've been keeping secrets."
Moving his hands from around behind his back, Sam revealed a bag he had been keeping there. Holding it up, he reached into it and pulled out a pair of tap shoes, Claire's tap shoes.
"I went to see what classes you were taking and if you had any homework. Then I found out you were taking tap. Friends don't keep secrets like the fact that they're tap dancers from each other."
He was being ridiculous, but Sam figured that Claire would be ready to talk about what happened on her own time, if she was ready to talk. And there was no guarantee it would be with Sam, either. Hopefully this way she would at least be seeing someone that wasn't going fret over her or be upset with her.
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"How could you not tell me? How could you keep it a secret? I thought we were friends. And all this time you've been keeping secrets."
Moving his hands from around behind his back, Sam revealed a bag he had been keeping there. Holding it up, he reached into it and pulled out a pair of tap shoes, Claire's tap shoes.
"I went to see what classes you were taking and if you had any homework. Then I found out you were taking tap. Friends don't keep secrets like the fact that they're tap dancers from each other."
He was being ridiculous, but Sam figured that Claire would be ready to talk about what happened on her own time, if she was ready to talk. And there was no guarantee it would be with Sam, either. Hopefully this way she would at least be seeing someone that wasn't going fret over her or be upset with her.