It was where she'd appeared, though that still didn't make much sense, and so Annie seemed to gravitate towards the rec room. The clothes box, so far, hadn't been too unkind, and though jeans and a big black t-shirt weren't quite the sort of things she'd worn when working back home, it's what she wore when she walked into the room to find Sam with a radio giving off static. "You alright, Sam?" she asked, coming over purely out of instinct. "Radio giving you trouble?"
"That's impressive," Annie said, choosing to ignore that he'd first denied it, because at least he gave in and maybe that was progress. "There's some pretty advanced technology in Hyde, isn't there? Mobile phones, their different policing methods, all that business."
Sometimes, times like this, Sam just wants to sigh and find someone from the future, someone who knows about mobile phones and the Internet and databases on drugs. "Things you'd never even dream of," he agrees tiredly.
She didn't want to talk about Hyde anymore, or home, for that matter, with everything attached to those, and so she just smiled softly as she looked over at him. "Are you alright, Sam?" she asked, her head tilting with a mild concern. He looked tired, and he'd looked tired so often back home.
"Is it really that bad here?" Annie asked, sympathetic but tinged with frustration, and her hand reached out for his knee. "You'd rather be back in Manchester with the Guv breaking down your door every morning, would you?"
"Sometimes," Sam admits, and it's ruefully, but he can actually miss it after all this time. "It's been a long four months, Annie. I miss...well, I miss the Guv."
It was no use getting too frustrated, Annie thought; instead, she was just concerned, looking at him out of wide eyes. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked (it was just question after question anymore, it seemed), a certain kind of pleading coming through in her voice, because really, what she wanted was for him to be happy.
"If I could, I would," Annie said seriously, though she was teasing as well. "But only if it was just for the one day, and then he could stop harassing us and get back to harassing his suspects." Her smile from the joking faded a bit, though, and she looked at Sam with concern again. "Really, though, can I do anything to make things easier for you?"
Sam just shakes his head, managing a tired smile. "Don't think there's anything you can do." No way to make the voices stop, the nightmares, the little girl in red go away.
Annie just gave him a look, the kind that tried to convey that everything would be alright, even if it wouldn't, really. "Well, if you think of anything," she said, distancing herself just a bit, not wanting to care too much, "it's not like I can go anywhere now, can I?"
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He really, really doesn't actually want Gene there.
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