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Late@Sam

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Anthony smiled and set his bags down. “Sorry I was late.” he said feeling a stab of guilt. At least Sam was taking it ok. He sat on the bed to start taking off his shoes. He should probably eat something before he went to bed.

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"You came back," Sam nodded. "That's all that matters." Deep down he knew that Anthony always would, but it was hard to get over his nerves and everything that happened in the past. It wasn't just about the fact that Anthony pushed him away at first, it was his entire life. The universe walked all over him whenever it had gotten the chance, so it was hard not to automatically be gun-shy when something happened. "There's some food in the fridge. I was going to leave it in the oven, but I kind of didn't want to burn the building down if I fell asleep."

Jeff's been a bad influence. :p

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Late@Sam

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Anthony felt a but of relief when he saw Sam wasn’t in the living room. Part of him had been scared Sam wold neglect getting sleep to wait for him. As he got closer to the bedroom he heard the TV. Easing open the door he poked his head in. “Angel?” He called softly. “Are you awake?”

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Sam actually enjoyed watching tv like this. He was used to having to watch things on the laptop, or a portable dvd player and using earbuds when he was with Anthony and he couldn't sleep. He didn't mind it, but he loved turning something on, blasting the volume and getting completely lost in it. He didn't have the volume up too loud though, if he had fallen asleep it would just keep blasting until Anthony came home, and he'd probably think something happened. "Yeah, just watching tv."

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Late@Sam

Anthony had screwed up. He really had.

He had honestly just wanted to get his paper done. He had gone to work that morning. It was sort of a joke that he called it ‘work’ It was basically his regular sit-down with the bank to go over everything. After grabbing some lunch and texting Sam that he’d be busy fora but he went to the library to work on his paper.

He honestly had had no idea it was due in 3 days and he had barely started it.

Well it was his own fault so he had grabbed book and notes and set to work. t was almost 10:45 when he decided he could finish at home to tomorrow. He was already in the cab and in a traffic jam before he realized that he hadn’t texted Sam to let him no where he was and his phone was dead (he had forgotten to charge it of course) so he couldn’t let his angel know he was on hs way home.

He was not looking forward to tomorrow. Hopefully Sam was asleep so they could talk about it tomorrow. He sighed as he shifted his bags of books and notes and such so he could unlock his door,trying to be quiet as it was almost 11:45, he slipped in so he could grab a quick bite then go to bed.

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Sam hated when Anthony was late. He never complained about it though, things come up all the time and it's nothing personal. Sam knew that, but he still felt a pang of fear when he was tired and Anthony wasn't home. So many thoughts ran through his mind the first few times it happened. Was he hurt? Did he just decide to walk out on him? If something happened to Anthony what would Sam do, where would he go, what would happen to him? He hated thinking those kinds of things. He didn't want to think like that anymore. He thought he wouldn't ever have to have those thoughts again.

Sam grabbed the remote and climbed into bed, under the covers. He could do this, just watch a little tv, maybe a movie or something and fall asleep. Nothing was wrong, Anthony was just busy. It wasn't the end of the world. He could get used to this, he had to get used to it.