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[ He waits until they’re at the car before he throws a side glance to her over the roof. He’d heard the doors unlock but would wait for her to slide into the vehicle before joining her. ]

A Panamanian jail. With Sam. [ He pauses. Unless she was referring to the year? ] ...uh. 1999-2000..?

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[She looks at the pants, looks back up at him. Is genuinely mystified.]

It's...a pair of pants? What do you mean?

He, or I, never told you how long I was stuck in prison, did he? I? God, this is so weird, [ he adds on a mutter to himself, and then shakes his head. ]

Sorry. It's just weird. Wearing normal pants again and not being stuck in filthy prison pants. They're kinda roomy.

I knew you did a lot of stints off and on. [There's a fun glimpse at his future.] Not about Panama, though. Anyway, the whole closet is at your disposal, because everything inside it literally is yours.

[ Christ, should he be proud? Always in and out of jails. ] Yeah? Who was there to bail my ass out? I bet it was Sam.

[She won't remind him that she doesn't know anything about Sam, because clearly that'll lead nowhere good.]

Maybe. I wasn't there for the actual bailing. I know Sully took care of it at least a couple of times.

[ Bringing up Sullivan was a good way to make a detour for the conversation, take it away from Sam. The corner of his lips ticked up. ]

Could always count on good ol' Sullivan. He ever try to schmooze you? He always had a way with the ladies.

Oh yeah, absolutely. First time we met.

[She's actually smiling at the memory. It's nostalgic, even if she'll never ever ever see Sully like that.]

But he cut that out when you and I started out thing.

[ He snorts and rubs a hand over his face. ]

Of course he did. I'm not surprised. And yeah? Good man, that Sully.

That he is.

[She sighs lightly and rubs her temple.]

Look, Nate, you're stuck here for now, but if this is anything like the other weird shit I've seen since getting ported in, it'll only be for a few days. You'll go back to Panama, and I'll probably have to explain things to the Nate I remember.

So...help yourself to the food, whatever you need. You can keep our room, I'll crash on the couch.

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