In Which Sam is Shifty and Uncomfortable.

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When Sam got Deon's message, he was a little concerned. First of all, he was telling him to come over to his mother's and second of all, he just didn't sound right. Which bothered Sam a little bit

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Devon hadn't opened the letter. He hadn't opened the letter but he hadn't burned it, either. He still held it, firm in his hand, his gaze not leaving the crackling fire.

He didn't even turn when he heard the knock. Had he not closed the door to his mother's apartment? He couldn't remember. That hadn't really been his focus in coming here. Then again, his real focus hadn't been achieved.

"Define okay," Devon replied, actually turning to face his boyfriend. That was what Sam had texted him that day he had told Devon about the General but this wasn't exactly a heart attack, was it?

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"Is medical intervention needed?" he began hesitantly, looking him over carefully as he shut the door behind him. He was used to Devon rambling at him, so him being quiet was something Sam definitely wasn't used to. "Or is it an emotional thing?"

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Devon smirked, his eyes moving to the ceiling as he licked his lips. Medical attention. Did Sam mean Devon wanted to kick Kent's ass for this, so he could receive medical attention? Then yeah. But he figured Sam didn't mean bring physical harm to another. So, Devon kept that in

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Sam listened, digested, and nodded slowly. He'd dealt with ex stuff before, and he knew enough to know that this was probably best done very, very quickly. Like a band-aid.

"Well -- I'm here," he said with a nod, moving to sit down on one of the chairs in the room.