[That's a relief. A campfire is better than iced or lukewarm. Sam turns left, keeping his eye out for any signs of his brother as he nears the benches and turns right. His eyes scan the area, trying to locate the familiar form of his brother. He's just about to try texting him again when he sees someone sitting in a tree a little bit ahead of him.
Thank God.
Sam takes his time approaching--let him have a few moments more of solitude before he interrupts. As he reaches the base of the tree, he looks up at his brother.]
Hey. Guessing the floor's lava?
[A poor joke, but he says it anyway. He nods up at him, raises a coffee cup in invitation.]
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Thank God.
Sam takes his time approaching--let him have a few moments more of solitude before he interrupts. As he reaches the base of the tree, he looks up at his brother.]
Hey. Guessing the floor's lava?
[A poor joke, but he says it anyway. He nods up at him, raises a coffee cup in invitation.]
Got some room up there for one more?