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[last_adam]

*He'd looked around the bar, no Thom. Out back, no Thom. Right then. If the Thom will not come to the Adam.... the Adam will come to Thom. He knocks on the door hesitantly, arrows and note in hand.*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom opens the door. No fuss*

Adam?

[last_adam]

*Adam fairly shoves the items at Thom.*

She, uh. Wrote you a letter, too. And George got the arrows. We thought, maybe...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He takes the letter and arrows*

I'll let you know what needs to be done tomorrow.

[last_adam]

And that's-

I just let you... do your thing?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You wanna stick around?

*It seems like a genuine offer.*

[last_adam]

I-

*He shifts nervously from one foot to the other.*

If I could.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Figure you've earned that much.

Come in?

[last_adam]

*Adam blinks, a little surprised. He wouldn't be, if he thought about it. But that would require Adam thinking.*

Thanks.

*He steps inside and stands with his hands in his pockets, looking around.*

I, um. Thank you.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom shrugs and throws himself into a chair, unfolding the note.*

Sit wherever.

[last_adam]

*He sits, then, on a rickety chair, hands folded in his lap as he worries at his lower lip.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Wow, contagious nervous habit?

Thom reads the note, puts it aside, and reaches for the arrows. Then he just sits, turning them over in his hands, thinking.

This appears boring.*

[last_adam]

*It is, in fact, extraordinarily boring. But Adam has nothing better to do with his time; nothing more important.*

Well?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*It takes Thom a while to respond; he seems far away, somehow.*

If you don't have anything helpful to say then keep your mouth shut.

[last_adam]

*Adam refrains from sticking his tongue out. Mostly. But he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to relax.*

Sorry.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*absently* Mmph.

*He closes his eyes, still running his fingers along the arrows, and there's a flicker of warm violet light to them.*

[last_adam]

*Adam opens his eyes and watches. And waits. And waits. And waits. He taps his foot impatiently, but manages to keep from saying anything, despite the feeling that he must have been sitting there already for hours.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*That'll be ... because it's been hours.

At last Thom puts the things down, gets out a piece of paper and starts to write.

It's dark out now.*

[last_adam]

*Adam blinks his eyes, looking out the window. He wants to ask, he wants to know, but he doesn't want to piss Thom off again.


...for once.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*slowly, as if just beginning to wake up*

Baird's not an idiot ... he should know what to do with this.

Explaining where it came from's your problem.

[last_adam]

*Adam nods, and looks over Thom's shoulder.*

I'll-

I don't know. I'll think of something.

*And now he's just got hours upon hours to kill until Thayet comes back for him.*






Want a drink?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Sure.

*Thom stands, and they go out together.*