Why?" he asks, grabbing it off the table where it's sitting dead on top of an electric bill that's definitely overdue at this point. He plugs it in (charger right on the counter where he left it, that weird sensation of time passing but also not-- last time he came back from eight months under and found a shit ton of laundry in the hamper he'd forgotten to do before he left) and hits the button for voicemail. "Candice from Appleton a drunk dialer?"
"No, Sam, seriously, I'm not--" And she actually lunges for it, is the thing, like she's going to wrench it clear out of his hand, which--
"What the hell, McNally?" Sam laughs a little, ducks out of her way (too fast, maybe; his ribs are protesting, for sure). Andy looks like she wishes the universe would swallow her whole.
Well. Now he's curious.
It's the first message in the queue, so he must have just missed her: good candy and some reference to champagne he doesn't get and coming over.
Let's make 'em count.
Sam blinks and looks across the kitchen. It is really, really obvious that she wishes she were dead.
"McNally," he says quietly, and he knows he shouldn't grin at her but he just--he's in trouble, is the thing. "Did you come here?"
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GET OUT OF MY BRAIN, YOU ARE MY FAVORITE, THAT CELL PHONE WAS TOTALLY MY NEXT DESTINATION.
Date: 2011-09-12 08:23 pm (UTC)"No, Sam, seriously, I'm not--" And she actually lunges for it, is the thing, like she's going to wrench it clear out of his hand, which--
"What the hell, McNally?" Sam laughs a little, ducks out of her way (too fast, maybe; his ribs are protesting, for sure). Andy looks like she wishes the universe would swallow her whole.
Well. Now he's curious.
It's the first message in the queue, so he must have just missed her: good candy and some reference to champagne he doesn't get and coming over.
Let's make 'em count.
Sam blinks and looks across the kitchen. It is really, really obvious that she wishes she were dead.
"McNally," he says quietly, and he knows he shouldn't grin at her but he just--he's in trouble, is the thing. "Did you come here?"