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Samuel Jessop (newprometheus) wrote in bellumlogs,

Sam choked on his coffee. It took him a few seconds to cough out the coffee that had made him choke, and he waved a hand before Cole had an opportunity to freak--because he knew Cole, and Cole would freak if he did not immediately reassure him he was not going to die. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

He swallowed a little more coffee to try and clear out his throat. "I don't know a Charles," he said. "Um--there was a kid in the hospital. And someone talking to a woman I don't know."

He wasn't going to even bring up the one he'd gotten from Jude, fresh off the bed of his machine, waking up in Central Park. "I saw one I think was yours," he said. "You were talking to a woman. Reading her Edgar Allen Poe."

He waited with bated breath for details on Jude. He wanted, and he didn't want.