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[stilljustandrew]

[Out of Milliways: Not all of wisdom brings joy.]

*Out under the strange stars, a lone figure staggers along the lakeshore. His unsteadiness can be partly explained by half-empty bottle clutched loosely in one hand, but only partly; anyone close enough to see his face -- not that there is anybody, at the moment -- would be able to tell that

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[precocioustilda]

All right, so Tilda's out for a walk-- don't ask why; she does that-- and...

...

...Oh dear.

Very, very tentatively: "Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

*His head turns at the sound of his name, and he stops shouting.*

*Doesn't say anything, though.*

[precocioustilda]

'Are you all right?' would be a really, really stupid question.

So the one she asks instead is: "Want a hug?"

There'll be another one along in a minute.

[stilljustandrew]

*He pauses, and sits heavily on a nearby stone.*

...yeah.

[gavemea_45]

There's a conversation he's got to have with Dean, one that he's been avoiding for a while now.

Sam still doesn't know how he's gonna say what he needs to say, and when Dean had gone out to work on the Impala he'd decided to come through to Milliways to walk around outside for a while and see if he could figure it out.

The second he steps out the lake door and hears Andrew shouting, he shoves his own problems aside.

"Andrew!"

He's already scanning the area as he starts toward him, fast.

[stilljustandrew]

*There's nothing here but Andrew, and the lakeside. Nothing at all.*

Come out, come out, wherever you are ...

*His voice singsongs erratically, skating along the edge of a scream.*

[gavemea_45]

He doesn't see anything disturbing the water, there's no movement under the trees, but he's not willing to trust that nothing's there-- not at first.

Not until he sees the bottle.

Sam doesn't get any less watchful, but the look Andrew gets now is a lot more concerned.

"Who are you so pissed at, dude?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew turns and sees him, and stands there swaying for a moment.*

Sam, *he says, as though he's not sure he's right about that.*

[there_is_a_me]

Eventually Spoon comes out. He's not omnipotent, and neither of his mothers are bitches, but he's there. "Oi, Andrew..." he calls out, with worry.

His nose can smell the alcohol from the bar.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's shouting again.* Q!!!

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon blinks at the American for a moment, and then moves closer to grab his wrists, "Andrew." he says, closer, "What's wrong mate?"

[stilljustandrew]

*He flails against the wristgrab for a moment, until his eyes clear a little and he sees who it is.*

Everything.

Nothing in the multiverse is not wrong.