"You're not bugging me." Gabriel pointed out. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be open 24 hours." He added jokingly as he ducked behind the counter, grabbing a couple of clean hand towels and tossing them towards Sam, before switching on the rest of the lights.
Now they weren't basked in the eerie glow of the street lights, Gabriel could get a proper look at Sam. The split lip looked worse, and before he came back round, he switched the coffee machine back on again, and grabbed the first aid box.
"Take off your jacket. Then you sit." Gabriel said, pointing to one of the tables underneath one of the low-hanging lights. "And then you're going to tell me what the hell you've been doing."
Sam did occasionally come in with bumps and bruises. Sometimes he came in for double espresso and he didn't look like he'd slept for a week. But Gabriel had always put that down to some sort of sport and too much studying. Now though, now he was concerned.
"You're not doing any of that bare-knuckle boxing crap are you?"
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Now they weren't basked in the eerie glow of the street lights, Gabriel could get a proper look at Sam. The split lip looked worse, and before he came back round, he switched the coffee machine back on again, and grabbed the first aid box.
"Take off your jacket. Then you sit." Gabriel said, pointing to one of the tables underneath one of the low-hanging lights. "And then you're going to tell me what the hell you've been doing."
Sam did occasionally come in with bumps and bruises. Sometimes he came in for double espresso and he didn't look like he'd slept for a week. But Gabriel had always put that down to some sort of sport and too much studying. Now though, now he was concerned.
"You're not doing any of that bare-knuckle boxing crap are you?"