Jackson waited impatiently for their breaks to come, but when three then four hours passed without a break, it became apparent to him that Keiran had decided not to take his in order to avoid talking.
Finally Jackson took it into his own hands and took his break. "C'mon, lover boy. Let's go sit," he said, coming around the bar. The bar wasn't so busy that the other bartender couldn't handle the crowd for fifteen or twenty minutes.
Practically dragging Keiran, Jackson found them a quiet corner and, taking pity on him, ordered them both beers. "Ok. You have a journal. Never mind how weird this is, but who the hell is Sam? And are getting weird feelings too? Like... like the feelings and memories are yours but they're... not?"