How we sing as we limp through the air

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto (magnetic_magpie) & Sam Winchester (upstairsbrain)
When: 7/9/2012, afternoon
Where: Used bookstore in Sector 4
Summary: Sam wants answers. Magneto has them.
Warnings: Talk of addiction, violence, and hunts.



[He's traded his trademark, and flashy, red for a more subdued blue which reflected the steel grey in his eyes more than the bright blue, and snagged a book on Port history, as he arrived several hours early. More pages than not had little post-it flags sticking out, red, blue, yellow, green, orange, pink flashes all over. AGI, SERO, SP Government, Core, Outsiders, Newcomers. He was nearly finished, the pack of flags nearly empty, and the master code sheet stuck to the inner cover. He'd paid for it already, and his coffee was cooling.

The table was beat up ash, the chairs were rich dark red leather, complete with brass nailheads, and he looked up, watching for Sam.]

Comments

jsjcp ME TOO but Mags is doing the right thing. /sob

[upstairsbrain]

I did know that. [ One consolation, if you could call it that. He wasn't completely out of the loop. No, he still had meetings with the devil to hope for.

An icy sadness had begun to cling at his head, so that it pounded irregularly, strangely. Everything just felt foreign, and wrong.

Very abruptly, Sam gets to his face, eyes averted, as if he's ashamed. ]

Thank you. You didn't have to tell me all this, but, if you hadn't, I probably would've found out. [ Now, he forces himself to make eye contact, if only to be polite for a minute. ] I... need some time to think about everything. I'm sorry to cut and run, but...

[ Again, there's the strained swallow, and a look of saddened desperation. ]

Sadly that's all he ever *tried* to do.

[magnetic_magpie]

If it helps, there seems to be a sort of truce drawn.

[He stands when Sam does, placing a hand on his shoulder.

There's more, so much more, to this. And he hurts to do this.]

You're welcome. And there is more, but it doesn't all need to be talked about now. My number is listed under 'M' in the directory - if you want or need to talk.

Just, take care of yourself, okay Sam?

wehhhh

[upstairsbrain]

[ There's more. He pauses a moment, hand slightly extended, as he meant to shake the other man's... but, he decides against asking. Not now. There's too much to mull over, and he already feels like he could snap in two.

So, mechanically, he sticks out the hand to shake. ]

I will. Thanks again.

[ And he moves for the door, sporting another firm, robotic nod.

You take care, too.

[magnetic_magpie]

[He takes Sam's hand, shaking it.]

You're welcome. I'll try.