How 'bout we get that drink, and I can fill you in.
[A bar name had popped into his head immediately and it's real tempting, knowing what he knows so far about Jean-Paul, and in the end Sam can't resist the urge to drag him to the Canadian-themed sports bar near the Garden. Sam's only been in there once, but it's got drinks, there's hockey shit everywhere, and frankly he just wants to see the reaction.
There's a little pressure involved in picking the venue for a first date, or whatever this is, and Sam being Sam, he couldn't let it pass without a callback to that comment about stereotypes and loving it. There's a pretty perfect table just opening up in the back, at an angle that lets them both put their backs to the wall. Maybe it doesn't matter so much for Jean-Paul, but Sam still prefers it.]
[ It's an email notification that greets him in the morning. Steve skims over it, already knowing the contents. He leaves a note for Sam on the table that he's going out for a run, so Sam can shower and make breakfast if he likes, and Steve was going to pick up coffee before coming back. He sets it down on the table, listening to someone moving about in the kitchen, the smell of omelette. ]
[ There are a hundred ways to begin. He exhales quickly, coming in and leaning against the counter. ]
Hey.
[ He presses his mouth into a brief line, feeling conscious of every last muscle of his body. ]
@speed-of-snark
How 'bout we get that drink, and I can fill you in.
[A bar name had popped into his head immediately and it's real tempting, knowing what he knows so far about Jean-Paul, and in the end Sam can't resist the urge to drag him to the Canadian-themed sports bar near the Garden. Sam's only been in there once, but it's got drinks, there's hockey shit everywhere, and frankly he just wants to see the reaction.
There's a little pressure involved in picking the venue for a first date, or whatever this is, and Sam being Sam, he couldn't let it pass without a callback to that comment about stereotypes and loving it. There's a pretty perfect table just opening up in the back, at an angle that lets them both put their backs to the wall. Maybe it doesn't matter so much for Jean-Paul, but Sam still prefers it.]
I thought maybe you felt a little homesick.
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[ There are a hundred ways to begin. He exhales quickly, coming in and leaning against the counter. ]
Hey.
[ He presses his mouth into a brief line, feeling conscious of every last muscle of his body. ]
Can we talk?
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