When Jason realized the clock said three am, he realized that maybe, just maybe, he'd forgotten to do something important. Like tell Sammy good night.
Wincing at the remembrance, Jason wondered if he could put together an apology-gun that wouldn't have him sleeping alone for the next month.
Then he decided against the gun. He would simply apologize for his eccentricities and hope that Sammy would forgive him. It took awhile, but he finally found her out on the deck of the helicarrier.
"Hi, Sammy. Um...what you doin' up so late?" he asks.
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