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As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.

[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]

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X looks a little dubious, but only a little.

"Okay."

Beat.

"You have been busy? At home."

She thinks it has been a while. But time in Milliways -- or between Milliways and the rest of the universe -- is strange. Sometimes.

A wry look passes over his face.

"Kinda, yeah." A beat. "How are things with you?"

"They are okay. It is quiet. At home."

She hesitates another few seconds, then sits down across from him.

"I am coaching baseball."

"Quiet's good," Sam observes, and then blinks.

"Baseball? Coaching? Really?"

"Yes. Third base."

She tilts her head a little, studying Sam.

Then --

"Tomas asked."

"Uh-huh."

He gives her a quick grin.

"Better not tell your landlord."

X frowns.

"I do not understand."

Beat.

"He does not play baseball."

"No, but he watches it," Sam points out. "I bet he'd have all kinds of advice."

"Oh."

X is quiet for a second.

"I would not mind. He knows a lot."

"I guess," Sam says, a little doubtfully. "Baseball was never my sport, not really."

"I am not good at batting. Fielding is easier."

She hesitates fractionally.

"But it is not like fighting."

"Not much, no."

Quietly said, but then he smiles a little.

"Probably more fun, though, right?"

X has to think about that.

"I am very good at fighting."

Which is to say 'more fun' is probably not the right term.

Sam shrugs.

"Just takes practice."

Beat.

"Wait. So if you're not that good at it, why did Tomas ask you to coach?"

"He is seven. And running the bases requires strategy. Sometimes."

She falls silent for a second, considering.

Then --

"I do not know."

"Ohhhh. Gotcha."

Beat.

"Hey, when you're seven, who knows."

X considers that, too.

"You remember being seven?"

"Well, yeah. Some of it, anyway."

"I do, too."

Beat.

"I do not think Tomas is like me. Then."

"From what you told me before, I'm guessing it wasn't all that great," Sam says, quietly.

X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"It has been useful. The training."

That is what is relevant.

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"There's that, at least."

He smiles.

"Maybe the baseball will be, too."

X gives that all the consideration it deserves.

"The plumbing will be more useful."

Beat.

"And the roofing."

Sam gives her an odd look.

"... er, not to misuse a metaphor, but did that just come from left field or am I missing something?"

X blinks.

"I am learning to do that now, too."

Beat.

"Sometimes it is easier than baseball."