oldshrewsburyian:britishdetectives:Foyle’s War: All Clear (2008)MY HEART. *sips tea, strives for coh

oldshrewsburyian:britishdetectives:Foyle’s War: All Clear (2008)MY HEART. *sips tea, strives for coherence* This lovely gifset makes me think that this, this might be the ultimate scene in terms of giving me hope for a happy Sam/Andrew future. Firstly, there’s the wonderful Sam-Foyle exchange, where she’s trying to reconcile the sudden absence of what she thought she was doing with what she knows the last years have been, and we see All His Feelings in that intake of breath, the raised eyebrows, the blue gaze suddenly searching their shared past, and then he looks at his Sam, his vulnerable, brave, growing-up Sam, and says “I wouldn’t say that.” Gah.And then, AND THEN. Enter Andrew, reliably like a bull in a china shop. We’re looking over Foyle’s shoulder, so we can be damn sure that he misses nothing about Sam’s reaction, that brave little taken-in breath. Andrew just gets the proud, exultant “I’m going to dance all night,” but we see Foyle’s wry mouth, and know he sees more. “Will you dance with me?” He can’t even meet her eyes! Andrew! Honestly! But then he looks up for her answer – her judgment – and despite everything there is hope in his face. Sam’s quick, pseudo-casual rejoinder (she’s still on her guard, because she knows just how vulnerable she still is to him) just about knocks him breathless. But then. BUT THEN. She sees his face – that devastation he can’t quite hide. And she relents. And I think in that twist of the mouth that is as much grieved as smiling, that slightly far-away look in her eyes, we see a lot more than her relenting. In that moment, she sees him, Andrew with his damaged health and foolish heart, trembling on the verge of becoming a supplicant, and she takes him, knowing he has placed himself in the palm of her hand. And Foyle smiles. -- source link

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