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[stilljustandrew]

(A few hours after this.)The front door to Milliways opens on an early morning somewhere in the woods. Andrew Wells stumbles in, pale and shivering, a second jacket draped around his shoulders over the one he's already wearing; Sam Winchester is a few steps behind him, still outside. Andrew stops just inside the door to lean against the doorjamb

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[changeinasnap]

"...Yyyyyeah, pretty sure he's not gonna hear you."

That comes from up in the rafters, where a guy sits with one leg dangling and the other folded flush against the beam. He snaps off a mouthful of the chocolate bar in one hand.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew doesn't even look up; he's let his forehead fall against the door, eyes shut.

[changeinasnap]

To that, he just cocks an eyebrow.

Sheesh. And he thought the kid looked beat-up and despondent before.

"What's a guy like you hanging around with a guy like that for anyway?" Intrigued, as he lifts his chin toward the closed door.

[stilljustandrew]

"What are you talking about." Low and bitterly weary.

(And a little shaky. He's still shivering.)

[makesthings]

Sameth hears Sam's voice and looks up and ends up standing up, that's not right.

He doesn't know Andrew that well but he does know Sam, "What's wrong? What happened?"

[stilljustandrew]

"He, he just --"

Andrew lets his fist fall against the door again, looking defeated.

[makesthings]

"Did he lose a fight?"

He's trying hard not to press but now he's worried and knows he's missing a lot of history.

[stilljustandrew]

His face twists.

"No," he whispers. "I did."

[likesthecoat]

"Oi, oi, hey," says Ianto, reaching out a soothing hand, "calm down. Do you need help?"

He's used to dealing with the panicky and upset.

(Not here, of course. And not without retcon. He'll improvise.)

[stilljustandrew]

"I --"

He's shivering uncontrollably, and looks like he's just lost his best friend.

"I tried to help. I screwed up, I broke it --"

[likesthecoat]

The shivering isn't good. Ianto takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around the young man.

"What did you break?" he asks, very gently.

[stilljustandrew]

He just shakes his head.

"And he, he shut the door, I can't get to him now --"

[starrydome]

"Are you unwell?" The voice is kind and the concern is genuine.

He is tall, long-haired, dressed in a robe, and clearly not human.

[stilljustandrew]

It's a measure of Andrew's weariness and distress, perhaps, that no disbelieving wonder crosses his face when he glances up at the figure.

He doesn't answer at once.

[starrydome]

Elrond steps a little closer "What is your name?" he asks this time, trying to get a measure of the state the young one is in.

The shakes and the paleness could be due to a number of things and he is going over the options mentally.

[stilljustandrew]

"Andrew," he says after a moment, low and dull.

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan approaches carefully, eyes wide with concern.

"...Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

It's one of the only voices that could get his immediate attention right now.

Andrew looks over his shoulder, blinking.

[jonathanparagon]

"What's happened?" Jonathan asks him quietly, coming to stand at his shoulder. There's no point asking if something has, with what he just saw.

[stilljustandrew]

He reaches out, fumbling blindly for Jonathan's arm.

"Please get me out of here."