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“they’re delicious. have you ever had a cuban coffee? those alone will keep you up through the apocalypse.” she sighed, exiting out of the last screen she had open, now officially without anything to do. alex downed coffee like a cow drinks water. usually, when she wasn’t with a patient, she had an iced coffee in her hand. now, she was trying to bore herself into calming down. “ugh, my kingdom for a damn nap. i’d love to be asleep right now.”
“i definitely have not. and i’m not sure i have the composition required for that. sounds like it would probably fuck me up.” he tilted the nearly empty cup in his hands, glad that he hadn’t tried anything quite that exotic. he was entirely unadventurous when it came to that kind of stuff. “just fifteen minutes. that’s all i want. or eight hours, if i could get it, but i’d settle for fifteen minutes.”












