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[gavemea_45]

[After this.]

When he comes back, he doesn't head straight out to see how Dean's doing.

There's always the chance his brother might notice that Sam's quieter than he was before he left, and Sam doesn't feel like explaining the reason.

Not yet.

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[salver]

He's going to need another box of Exacto blades, the way this is going. Worth it, though -- the project he's got in mind is the kind of thing where practice pays.

The door opens, and Bobby -- blade in hand, hand holding open a book -- lifts his head. "Hey."

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, Bobby."

Sam doesn't look up, nor does he slow down as he passes through the room toward the front door.

[salver]

Sam doesn't look up, and he doesn't slow down. Something in Bobby's face sharpens --

And then he says, sliding the book across the table, "Don't guess I could get you to hold this a minute so I don't cut off my own damn finger."

[gavemea_45]

"What? Yeah, sure--"

He shoves the cell phone that he's been fiddling with back into his pocket and walks over, reaching for the book.