Who: Cole and Sam What: "Hanging out." Or Sam is desperate and Cole is upset and memories suck, okay, alrigt. Where: 802 When: The day after the memory goings-on. Warnings: TBA
Sam was at his wits end when Cole called and asked if he wanted to hang out. He agreed without thinking, his mind completely on the memory of Cole's he'd seen, on Jude.
He'd been doing pretty well these last few weeks. The further time had distanced him from what had happened in his lab that day, the easier it had been to pretend everything was fine. But now all that was shattered.
He was starting to really hate knowledge, to treasure ignorance like a special, golden thing. He hadn't wanted to know where Jude was, really, he had to admit that to himself. He'd liked the not-knowing, the mental place where he could pretend she'd gone back to her fiance and everything had turned out just fine.
And now that he did know, he had to know more, even though the logical side of his brain was screaming at him that knowledge was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. Cole was his only link, and even if he couldn't tell him what had happened, he could try to steer him in a direction where he could glean more information from him.
God, what if something happened? What if he'd inadvertently gotten Cole mixed up in this mess, and now he got hurt by it?
It was with a sick feeling in his stomach that he went to Cole's apartment. He knocked on the door. He looked a bit disheveled since he hadn't slept or eaten, subsisting on endless coffees as he tried to find something to occupy himself all night long. He was wearing a clean shirt, at least, and his panic was buried far beneath the surface, but there was no hiding the fact that he didn't look well.