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Rashid is too exhausted to think about how odd it is that there’s light emanating from within his flat. He unlocks the door, tows his rollerboard inside, and then stares in jet-lagged shock at the baffling scene in front of him. Raglan could’ve warned him about this. Raglan should’ve warned him about this. Instead, he’s walking in to find an intruder curled up in the corner of his sofa watching an offbeat show with Bill Hader in it.
A familiar intruder, though. One he’s so glad to see that his heart’s abruptly in his throat.
Sam Barclay hits pause, turns to face Rashid, and blinks in surprise. “You’re home early.”
“Not by much,” Rashid says, propping his suitcase against the wall. “Why are you here?”
Sam scoots away from the arm of the sofa as Rashid approaches. “They didn’t tell you?”
“Nobody tells me nothing,” Rashid quotes, smiling at Sam as he plops down next to him.
Rolling his eyes, Sam glances at the telly. “Rather watch Hot Fuzz for old times’ sake?”