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Even after sleeping the sleep of the dead for most of two days, Roberto was still bone-weary and aching in every joint. That machine Gideon's pet scientists had had him strapped into had really done a number on him, he felt like a decrepit old man, and he'd made his way slowly through down the stairs to the kitchen, taking pains to look as though he were simply taking his time and checking out his surroundings.
A short stop in the kitchen to throw together a sandwich and collect a banana and a bottle of water and then he was on the move again. Out to one of the benches in the garden he'd noticed - barely - when Shard had given him the tour the day he'd arrived. Skinning his shirt off to take maximum advantage of the sunshine, he dropped heavily onto his chosen bench, pulled his feet up, and took a bite of his sandwich.
Whatever lingering effects that machine had on him, he had little question that sunshine would take care of them, and then maybe he'd be up to hunting down one of the apparently many Sams he was now sharing space with. Maybe none of them were his, but Sam was Sam and he'd feel better with some version of his best friend watching his back.