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[gavemea_45]

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead

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[stilljustandrew]

The front door opens, and Andrew meanders in with a backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder.

He's got some reading to catch up on, and is here to grab a snack and check his messages before he gets started.

[gavemea_45]

From where he's sitting, he's easily able to glance up at the door each time it opens. Two seconds after he sees who it is, his stuff's shoved haphazardly back into his messenger bag, and Sam's on his feet and moving.

"Andrew. Hey." Sam tries for a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "How's it going?"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew glances up and smiles. "Hey, Sam."

He's about to continue with something like not bad, how about you?, until the look on Sam's face registers. His own smile fades slightly.

"...Everything okay?" he asks instead.

[gavemea_45]

Something almost unspeakably wry passes through his expression. Sam shrugs.

"Guess it could be worse."

Although he doesn't really want to think about how.

"Listen, though -- I need to talk to you about some stuff." A beat. "It's pretty important."

[gavemea_45]

Something tightens in his shoulders, in the way he's holding himself, as he spots her.

Sam nods a hello, but doesn't get up.

[gavemea_45]

It takes a couple of seconds, but then,

"Hi."

He closes his book and turns it face down. His gaze never leaves her.

[nolongerhunted]

There's a lot on her plate, what with the gardens and all. Now that it's starting to warm up she's been outside more. So she comes downstairs not seeing Sam at first. If only because she's not actually looking for him.

[gavemea_45]

As it turns out, he's looking for her; it's one of the reasons why he's at Milliways at all tonight.

After all, there's some pretty important news she needs to hear. Deserves to hear.

"Jess."

He raises a hand and waves, trying to get her attention.

[nolongerhunted]

The sound of his voice makes her give a small smile.

"Sam."

Moving over, she sits down across from him.

"How've you been?"

[gavemea_45]

He shrugs.

"Oh, you know."

Sam turns his book face down, slides it into his bag, and leans forward a little, toward her.

"Listen... there's something I've got to tell you. It's important."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote is in a small, two-person booth nearby. She's reading, and has some heinously colored mixed drink, though she seems to be mostly ignoring it.

[gavemea_45]

... now there's a thought.

Sam stares at her. Hard.

I wonder if she could do it?

[howling_laugh]

"Yeeeees?" Coyote says, without looking up from her book. She doesn't seem to know who is looking at her (or care). But she can certainly tell someone is.

[gavemea_45]

I have to be sure, before I ask. There's got to be somewhere to look it up -- Bobby might know --

"Hey, Coyote," he says, after a moment.

It comes out a little flat, mostly sounding tired.

Really, really tired.

[themysciradiana]

"Sam."

Diana's voice is quiet but warm as she replaces his cold coffee dregs with a new cup.

"You look like you could use this."

He looks like he could use a lot of things besides the coffee. Like a hug. And a pillow.

And someone to take up some of his burdens for a while.

Diana starts with the coffee. It's less fraught.

[gavemea_45]

He blinks, looking up at her.

"Diana, hey." A hesitation, in which his glance flicks toward the door, and then he smiles, a little.

"Thanks."

[themysciradiana]

Diana's own gaze does not move to follow Sam's. But she does notice.

She couldn't not.

"I'm not much for caffeine, but it has its uses."

She meets his smile with a slightly broader one of her own.

"Would company be welcome, or should I let you get back to your reading?"

[gavemea_45]

"It sure does," he agrees.

Sam hesitates again, this time glancing down at the book before looking back up at her.

"I, um..."