[For Sam: 2/10/10]

[sgmitchell]

On reflection, when his head wasn't spinning, and his arm hurt somewhat less, he realized Sam was right. Not in a self-depreciative way -- although he wasn't exactly dropping that angle for himself just yet -- but a one-armed teammate didn't help anyone in dinosaur teritory. He'd just been...too desperate for distraction, and too out of his head to

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[gate_expert]

Sam was, in fact, sitting at her computer, and had not thought of lunch, but she heard footsteps outside. Probably Cam's, from the weight of them. "I hear you out there," she called, in the middle of some calculations. "Come on in."

[sgmitchell]

The tone of her voice might've drawn a laugh, under better circumstances. But it was somewhat muffled by the hut, and difficult to accurately decipher. He didn't need to sidetrack things with finding something inappropriately humorous.

So he simply offered a slim smile--and a knock, really, it was force of habit--when he stepped into the hut. "Hey, Sam." He waved over his shoulder. "I can come back if I'm interrupting?" It was possible. As a rule, he didn't hesitate to interrupt Sam's work with things like food or social calls, but this place wasn't exactly home.

[gate_expert]

"Oh hey, Cam. No, hang on, you're not interrupting." She finished what she was doing and saved her work. She was really going to have to fully convert this user interface to English; the last bits of Goa'uld were really annoying. "There. What's up?"

[sgmitchell]

He crossed his arms, and hung back near the door until she was ready. Wendy Mitchell's rule number one of apologies: If you're going to be a pushy jerk about it, wait until you're ready to do it twice.

Or better: don't be one.

"Yeah, uh..." He frowned. Apologies never got any less awkward, no matter how many times you did them. Or how well you practiced. "Listen, Sam...about last month. I was way outta line to be badgerin' you about that trip. M'Sorry. Really. Y'didn't deserve to have to deal with that."