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[q_in_training]

[A few days after this.]

The note she gets is three words long.

I'm sorry.
--SamMac spends a solid minute reading and re-reading it before she folds it back up, the edges crumpling a little, and presses it flat against Bar. It melts into the wood; she keeps her hand against the bartop for a few more seconds, blinking furiously, before she lifts

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[gavemea_45]

It's been a long day. A series of them, really, and things still aren't getting that much better.

He's pushed it all aside for now in favor of working on something he maybe can do something about.

Sam's not paying as much attention to the room as he should be. He's hunched over his laptop instead, reading something on the screen.

[q_in_training]

Considering she helped buy it and get it set up with the OS From Hell, she'd recognize that laptop anywhere.

Mac hesitates, leaning back against the bar, but only for half a second before she pushes away and heads toward Sam.

"Hey."

Her hands stay firmly stuffed in her pockets.

[gavemea_45]

His head snaps up.

"Mac! ... um, hey."

An awkward pause, and then, all in a rush,

"It's, um. It's really good to see you."

[q_in_training]

"Yeah, you too."

She even cracks a quick, tiny smile to go with that. "Um, anything I'm interrupting...?"

Mac pulls out one hand long enough to gesture toward the laptop.