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Sam left Lisa for the Beltway, he left the Beltway for a Congress dream, his dreams for Joanne, Joanne for the Beltway again, in a continuous cycle of abandonment and fear.
In Iowa, Sam is the one who stays.
At first, Sam was too deep in his bubble of apprehension to notice going and coming, leaving and staying. It wasn't until he got his head on level and opened his eyes to the wide, blue skies around him that Sam saw he was the one rooted in place as Will left in the mornings and returned in the evenings.
That's why it's hard to do this. Will is still in bed, the duvet pulled up to his neck. He's wearing slouchy sweats and an appropriated Princeton t-shirt. He doesn't even have his glasses on. Sam is in a suit and tie he hasn't worn in an age, holding a briefcase, and standing hesitantly at the bedroom door.
"Just go to your meeting," Will mumbles sleepily from the bed. "Please."
"I'll be back," Sam says.
Will lifts his head and looks Sam straight in the eye with more clarity than Sam expects for this early an hour on Will's day off. He smiles.
"I know," he says.