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[Sometime after this and this.]John is sitting at the bar, two unopened bottles of Sam Adams cherry wheat staring at him on the bartop. Collie looks busy, then again, the man always looked busy. He supposes that's what makes him so good at what he does. At least in some aspects

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He gestures to the beers in front of them with a flourish.

"Help yourself, Major."

John cracks his open and notes that Evan's just as scared as he is. He takes a deep breath - he doesn't intend to do any talking until they're both good and smashed. He half-heartedly wishes he had a cigarette, more for a prop than anything.

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John mimics the action, draining near half of it before turning to face Lorne again.

"Look.. I'm sorry about that email. It was really...nothing." He sighs and occupies himself with the rest of his beer, ordering a scotch this time.