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[hoochedseal]

It's been a few weeks since Clem left, and Sam has spent most of that time drunk, worried sick, or both. But it's time for action - well past time, as far as he's concerned - and he's currently sitting in an out of the way booth, plotting.... things.

Feel free to ask what he's doing, but don't expect him to necessarily be truthful about it.

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[a1enzo]

Thanks to the usual time messiness that is life as usual in Milliways, Enzo is currently at a point in his timeline before his quest started. Funny how that works out.

He espies Sam in his booth, and, well, Clem's note did say to keep an eye on him.

"Hey, man."

[hoochedseal]

He's pretty preoccupied, but he pulls himself away from what he's doing to give Enzo a nod.

"Hey."

[a1enzo]

Checking up on you, as per Clem's instructions.

"How's it going?"

[hoochedseal]

There are a few cocktail napkins with things scribbled on them scattered around him, alongside a significant number of empty bottles.

"Well, I've been better."

(...In all fairness, he's been worse too. Just don't point that out to him right now.)

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods, because, well, yes. He certainly notices the number of bottles, though.

"Do you... uh... need someone to... talk to? Or something?"

He is, admittedly, not certain what Clem expected him to do in regards to keeping an eye on Sam. This might be easier if he knew him more than passingly. Crash it, Clem, he's a Guardian, not a therapist!