[ sam waits patiently, no matter how long barnes might take to find words. he just follows him without complaint or missing a step, smiling into his coffee at the effort barnes is making. maybe he should carry around non-ironic gold stars! ]

I have, yeah. We ran into each other at a little Seelie shindig, looks like we're on the same side of the lines in the dirt.

[ he still has no clue what to make of either faction here, but war is war and he's not buying into anything just yet. it does beg the question, though: ]

Which way did they end up dragging you?