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He knocks on the door, once, twice, and then stands on Bill’s doorstep in awkward silence for about sixty seconds, unsure of how to proceed. Bill should be home, he always in when Sam comes to call... and maybe that’s it, he’s so used to being a homebody, so used to his colleagues being homebodies, that he didn’t consider the possibility that Bill could be out.
Perhaps he’s meeting with a client, or just out grocery shopping, or... there are plenty of things Sam can think of, but instead he fixates on the worst one, worry and that old anxiety taking hold.
He’d caught word of Bill working on some project involving Porygon. (A nice coincidence, considering Sam is working on something similar. A not so nice coincidence, considering Team Rocket apparently is as well.) Dropping off a few memory sticks with the data he’s compiled from his own and Lucas’s Porygon-Zs, and an extra Dubious Disc he had laying around, was as good an excuse for socialization as any. He's glad to have Lucas around, but the awkwardness from the prior week hasn’t yet evaporated, a reminder that Sam needs more friends.
But Bill is his friend. That’s why Sam’s worried now, worried that maybe Team Rocket got to Bill’s Porygon project before Sam could.
So he tries the door. It’s unlocked, swings open easily. With the feeling of someone who’s breaking and entering, Sam steps inside, and shuts the door behind himself with a soft click.
“Bill?” he calls out over the soft, comforting hum of computers working. “I hope you don’t mind I let myself in, the door was unlocked. Are you here?”
