And she's hooked to the silver screen...

[definitivestep]

Sam has very little to do until he's needed as a human lie detector, beyond checking in with his team, and... he can do that later

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[guardsintheory]

Mat is... well, not sure if Sam would like to talk to him, but he feels like he should check in. Or something. But he comes over anyway, hands shoved in his pockets, looking awkward as ever.

"Um... hi."

[definitivestep]

Sam glances up as he approaches with a vague, distracted smile. "Hi." He takes in the awkwardness, and frowns a little. "Are you alright?"

Because the last time he asked that question (or something of the sort) it ended so well.

[guardsintheory]

"Yeah!" Mat nods enthusiastically and actually grins goofily for a second before stifling that - hey, he's gotten laid and has a pretty girl sharing his room. He's happy, even if the fact that the person sharing his room is a girl is a little odd. "I just, y'know. Hadn't really seen you in... a while."

[definitivestep]

Sam smiles apologetically and gestures for Mat to take a seat. "Sorry. I've been a bit... busy." Torchwood will do that to you and any semblance of a life you had before. Torchwood owns it all now.

[guardsintheory]

"No, it's okay!" Mat flops with all the grace of a very large Labrador puppy. "I just, y'know... I mean, you're my ward, I figure I should probably keep in touch, at least." Grin. He's joking, by the by.

[definitivestep]

"Probably." Sam pauses a moment, and then decides that it's only fair if Mat knows a few things. In advance. Like... not to completely freak out when the constant pain starts.

"You shouldn't be alarmed if I'm in a lot of pain at some point in the next few days. I'm being used as the Torchwood lie detector."

[guardsintheory]

Mat dots at him a bit. Then groans and buries his face in his hands.

"...Great. Wonderful. ...This is not going to be fun, is it?"

[definitivestep]

Sam sighs and shakes his head a little. "No. I'm sorry. If you want, I can have Juliet give you some painkillers. I'll be here at the hotel, so there's no chance I'll be actually injured, just in pain."

[guardsintheory]

Mat sighs. "Um... would it be possible for me to have said painkillers in the same room as you're being a lie detector?"

[definitivestep]

Sam pauses, considering. "As long as you're out of the way and quiet. We can't afford any distractions. I don't think you will be, I just need to warn you in advance."

[guardsintheory]

Mat nods emphatically. "Yeah. That's totally-- yes. I just... I think I'd get a little too... jumpy, otherwise. Even with the painkillers."

[definitivestep]

Sam nods slightly after a moment, a little reluctantly. "You can sit in."

[guardsintheory]

"Thanks. I promise I won't get in the way."

And he won't. He really won't, no matter how much he wants to.