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[stilljustandrew]

[Same continuity as this.]

It's been about six hours since Andrew entered the Security office. Crowley was kind enough to take a note to the bar for him, which is one weight off his mind.

Right now he's sitting cross-legged on the cell's cot and reading up on Sulcar demons.

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[mr_gaeta]

"Congratulations," says a dry voice above him, just outside the cell. "You're the first brig rat I've ever had to babysit."

Despite the tone, Gaeta hasn't exorcised all of the concern from his expression, or his posture.

He also has a deck of oddly-shaped cards in one hand.

[stilljustandrew]

"Hey," says Andrew happily, looking up. "You got my note?"

[mr_gaeta]

"Yeah. I did."

Gaeta eyes him. You are entirely too cheerful for someone inside a cell, says the look.

"What happened?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Kind of a long story," he says, closing the book he's reading, with his pocket notebook in between the pages to mark his place. "Want to come in and sit down? Baby'll let you through."