[ The coordinates are dutifully sent and Nate dutifully receives them, squinting at the approximate location on his map. A ten minute walk, and he hopes Sam doesn't wander away in the time it takes for Nate to find him.
Nate finds him right where Sam said he'd be, leaning up against a building with a bit of sway in his posture. Were they anywhere else in their own world, he'd be ripe for a mugging. ]
Hey.
[ A steadying hand comes to rest on Sam's shoulder, sobriety given him a much better view of the level of drunkenness. ]
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Nate finds him right where Sam said he'd be, leaning up against a building with a bit of sway in his posture. Were they anywhere else in their own world, he'd be ripe for a mugging. ]
Hey.
[ A steadying hand comes to rest on Sam's shoulder, sobriety given him a much better view of the level of drunkenness. ]
You look like shit.