Wells: I don’t-- I don’t know if I’m gonna sleep much tonight. Vaughn: Me neither. Wells: I think. I think I’m gonna make some coffee. D’you want some? Vaughn: Please. Wells: Alright. [They stand up and walk to open the coffee cabinet] Wells: We’re low on the french roast. It’s too late for the blonde roast. Vaughn: Do we have any of the cinnamon coffee left? Wells: We’ve got enough for one more pot. Vaughn: Perfect. Wells: Pretty sure we’re out of creamer. Vaughn: We can pick up some more in the morning. [Wells readies the moka pot and puts it on the stove.] Wells: We’ll need to get some more eggs, too. We’ll run out quicker, now. Vaughn: Alright. We can make a list. [Wells sits back down at the table, next to Vaughn. They rest their head against his shoulder, and let out a long sigh. Wells: Fuck. Vaughn: Hey, it’s— [The floorboards creak overhead. Vaughn reflexively moves to stand up. He catches himself and sits back down.] Vaughn: [Sighing] Sorry. I’m not used to this. Vaughn: I know she’s probably just grabbing some water, but… Wells: I know. Do you— Vaughn: Please. Wells: Alright. Time? Vaughn: 12:02 am. Wells: Date? Vaughn: Tuesday, August— [The coffee starts to percolate.] [Wells and Vaughn both flinch towards each-other.] Wells: You alright? [Vaughn lets out a quiet sigh. His hands begin to shake.] [Wells moves to stand up.] Vaughn: I’ve got it. We did a lot of walking today, rest your legs. Wells: Alright. Grab me an ice pack? Vaughn: Sure. [Vaughn takes the coffee off the heat, then grabs an ice pack from the fridge. He wraps it in a thin layer of paper towels and passes it to Wells.] Wells: Thanks. Vaughn: ‘course. [He turns back to the coffee.] Vaughn: You want the purple mug? Wells: Yeah. Vaughn: Alright. Here you go. Wells: Thanks. [Vaughn pours himself a cup of coffee and sits back down, holding the cup with both hands.] [Wells sighs.] Vaughn: Coffee’s that bad, huh? [Wells snorts.] Wells: Clearly. Wells: No. It’s just— Vaugh: I know. I can’t get it out of my head. Wells: What are we going to do with her? She doesn’t have anyone. Vaughn: She has us. Unless— [Wells looks at the ground.] Vaughn: I shouldn’t have assumed— Wells: No. No, of course she has us. It’s just… Fuck. We’re hardly fit for this. Vaughn: I know. Wells: We don’t have any clothes, or shoes, or… Vaughn: We can call CJ. They’ve got S. I’m sure they’d be able to help. Wells: Not now. ‘s too late, it’d just freak them out. Maybe tomorrow? Vaughn: Tomorrow, then.
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