1254 Thunder Road, Tuesday Evening
His encounter with Cally in the park yesterday had thrown Sam for a loop so badly that he'd taken his motorcycle and headed out of town for the rest of the day, just to do some aimless, head-clearing driving. He'd succeeded pretty well at the aimless part, but the head-clearing hadn't really happened, even though he'd been out until well past midnight and slept until nearly noon once he'd fallen asleep.
There was something about her reaction to him that had been more than slightly worrisome, but hell if Sam could put a finger on what it was.
That was why, this evening, he'd called up the one person he knew he could talk to, and was now sitting on the couch in his spartan living room with some sandwiches and a couple of bottles of beer, waiting for her.
[OOC: For Phoebe, 'course. I swear I will get the boy out and about tomorrow, for real.]
There was something about her reaction to him that had been more than slightly worrisome, but hell if Sam could put a finger on what it was.
That was why, this evening, he'd called up the one person he knew he could talk to, and was now sitting on the couch in his spartan living room with some sandwiches and a couple of bottles of beer, waiting for her.
[OOC: For Phoebe, 'course. I swear I will get the boy out and about tomorrow, for real.]