Room 320, Tuesday Afternoon

[likethegun]

With finals approaching, Sam had plenty of work to do to try to keep himself thinking about his classes, and not about last week. He didn't have any classes to take up his time today, so he was slowly organizing his notes, spreading them out so they'd hopefully take up the whole afternoon.

[Door is closed, post is open.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had made a trip into town and now was knocking on his brother's door.

[likethegun]

Sam thought about ignoring the knock, but then Scout picked his head up and barked.

"Who is it?" he asked, sighing.

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"Landshark," Dean said cheerfully.

[likethegun]

Rolling his eyes, Sam got up and opened the door. "Landshark?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I've had to argue every time I've tried to come in when I've said it was me, figured I'd try an alter ego."

[likethegun]

Sam shook his head but he couldn't help but smile for a moment. "What are you doing here?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean held up the carry tray that had two large paper cups. "Cocoa."

[likethegun]

"You didn't have to do that," Sam said. "And you don't have to keep coming by. I'm all right."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"This is usually the part when you invite me in and shut up and drink your cocoa," Dean told him, ignoring what Sammy had said.

[likethegun]

Sam sighed again and moved out of the doorway to let Dean come inside, not saying anything in invitation.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes, but made his way in, handing one of the cups of cocoa to his brother. "Y'know, it isn't entirely inconceivable that I might actually like spending time with you," he pointed out.

[likethegun]

"You're here because you think you have to be, in big brotherly duty," Sam said, taking the cocoa anyway before sitting down on his bed. "It's not like I've never seen you do this before."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Can't it be both?" Dean asked. "You make it sound like it's some horrible sacrifice I'm making."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

It had been long enough since Peter had seen Sam, so after class he stopped by Sam's room and knocked.

[likethegun]

Sam glanced over at the door and sighed softly before getting up and opening it enough to peer out. "Hey," he said, pushing down the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Peter said. He looked Sam over. "How are you feeling?"

[likethegun]

"I'm okay," Sam replied, taking a step back to open the door more. "Do you want to come in?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Always," Peter said, giving Sam a smile.

[likethegun]

Sam smiled softly and moved aside. "How are you?"

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"Got out of one of my classes without having to do work," Peter said. "So pretty good. How about you?"

[likethegun]

"I've been studying for finals," Sam replied. "It hasn't been too bad."

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"How about stuff that isn't finals?" Peter asked.

[likethegun]

Sam shrugged softly. "It's okay, I guess. I've been trying to make a list of people to apologize to when I can stand to think about it."

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"You can cross me off of it," Peter said.

[likethegun]

"Actually, I can't," Sam admitted. "Not yet."