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[gavemea_45]

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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[stilljustandrew]

"My time. Which ... doesn't always translate to time here," he adds, frowning slightly. "We may have to wing it."

[gavemea_45]

"I think I'm getting a better handle on how time runs between here and back on the other side of the door," he muses. "Why don't we say about a week Milliways time, and I'll aim to meet you back here then?"

[stilljustandrew]

"A week sounds good. I'll make the arrangements."

Beat. He feels obscurely like he ought to say more, but doesn't know what.

[gavemea_45]

"Thanks," Sam says, quietly. "I mean it."

[stilljustandrew]

"Anytime." No louder. "You know that."

[gavemea_45]

"Guess I do, at that."

He glances in the direction Dean went, then gives Andrew a quick, wry smile.

"I should probably get back."

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew doesn't follow his glance. Makes himself not follow.

He knows where Sam's looking, after all.

"Guess so. I'll see you in a week?"

[gavemea_45]

He nods. "See you in a week."

Sam stands up, grabbing his things. The laptop goes in his bag, and the note goes in his pocket, alongside a napkin with a phone number on it that he hasn't mentioned to anyone.

"Take care, Andrew."