"Bloody hell... I did not know you were there!" Dolemeck sat up, hissing as he held his side. The wound still felt a bit raw, so sitting up like that did him no favors. "Coffee is good, aye. I am... I am sorry if I disturbed you. I did not mean to talk so loudly."
He gave a sheepish smile of his own before managing to get up and walk over to the kitchen. Dolemeck was thankful his backpack had his sleep pants and shirt inside. The rest of his luggage was stuck on the train... and ended up getting sent to California without him, then back to his apartment in Manhattan. He still needed to get new clothes and things to be somewhat comfortable as he stayed in Seattle.
"Sleep well?"
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