Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[Iris kept that space between them, not wanting to crowd Sam too much, even though she'd sat on the same bench. She wanted to know what was wrong, why Sam had been drugged, bleeding, what had happened with Micah, what had happened with...
...with Joey.
She pressed one of the piano's keys herself, glad when it didn't clash badly with Sam's. She let Sam look at her, wondering how much of a difference there was to see. Seven years had passed for her, but there didn't seem to be much evidence of it, not in lines around her eyes or mouth. She weighed more than she once had, but she was still thin under her scrubs. Scrubs which (mostly, especially with the long-sleeved t-shirt beneath the top) covered the silver evidence of old scars all over her body. A necklace hung around her neck, an old locket and a new charm sharing the chain.
Sam's blunt comment made her pause with that one finger on the key and glance over. Her eyebrows raised just a hair, but she nodded. Her question was just as quiet as her greeting.] Are either of those possibilities?