“ you mean, just… leave?” / anyyyyy
From a Meme I Can't Be Bothered To Find! - ACCEPTING
Sam reclined where she sat in her car, cigarette brought to her lips so that she could take a long, THOUGHTFUL drag; exhale was laden with thick smoke, and her brown eyes softened a little behind the red tinted lenses of her sunglasses.
"I know it isn't that easy, to just up and leave. But whatever that is," She didn't think Pussycat would like to hear her thoughts on the matter right now. "Isn't what you need. I made some bad mistakes with bad crowds like that in my youth - - I can't be at peace unless I advise you about this."
Truth be told, even with her concerns being laid out, if Pussycat didn't adhere to it then she'd have yet ANOTHER thing to add to her long list of regrets. She wanted to help, because she saw herself in Pussycat. People like them need guidance and support.
"All I'm saying is, my house is open to you anytime. I can talk to Rick or Cliff, see if they can't help sort something out," She messed her hair slightly, the already disheveled ( not for a lack of trying ) strands getting a little bit more unruly, "I'm not going to force your hand, but please consider this. It might be the only help you get in A LONG, LONG TIME."