Jareth/Amos/Open -- 2:30pm
He placed the guy on the hammock, shaking his head. The burst of Aero felt good, he had to admit. Even though he'd taken precautions - lots of water, loose, light colored clothes rather than his usual tight black wardrobe - the heat was still there. Nothing was going to get rid of that. "Thanks," he said shortly, making sure the idiot on the hammock didn't roll over and fall the fuck off of it.
"No problem." This shit is annoying. "A few hours." More like going on six, but that only meant his shift was winding down. Unless something attacked, which, really, how surprising would that be?