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Five minutes ago, Sam was standing in his kitchen disheveled and bleeding from a scraped-up knee while his mom ran around the room calling out instructions for dinner, the time she expected to be in (late), and a warning not to go out while she wasn't around while generally not paying enough attention to him to see anything in the slightest out of the ordinary about him.
Now, as he limps his way through the bar (which was supposed to be the bathroom, on the way to the medicine cabinet), he's added a certain slump to his shoulders and tiredness to his face to the picture. (The bar kindly offers him a selection of sci-fi patterned band-aids once he's close enough, but the gesture can only do so much for his mood.)
Now, as he limps his way through the bar (which was supposed to be the bathroom, on the way to the medicine cabinet), he's added a certain slump to his shoulders and tiredness to his face to the picture. (The bar kindly offers him a selection of sci-fi patterned band-aids once he's close enough, but the gesture can only do so much for his mood.)