Quicklog: Sam and Casey and some stuff
[Casey wasn't entirely sure what they were doing in Marvel, but he'd have gone just about anywhere to do just about anything. He was forever bored. He didn't sit still much - a trait he carried with him his entire life so it wasn't much of a surprise.
But he was anxious to see Sam. It had been a long long time. Or maybe it hadn't been. He didn't know it all felt so long ago, and yet he was younger, but it had only been a few months. Hell. He had zero clue. But he was standing near the subway station smoking when he saw Sam standing not far away doing the same thing and he rolled his eyes. Idiots. He walked over to her.] We're cool. [He was wearing black jeans and a black tee shirt, and black leather jacket. AKA the Casey uniform.] Nice trousers, darling. Can I hug you now?