Day 59: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

As the day began drawing to a close, the intercom flickered to life. Instead of Harrington's voice, however, Berg's calm tone filtered through the speakers

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[human_sponge]

Just like that, Sam started to prepare for the night, going to grab for the very weapons that Peter had kept in mind when deciding to ask his roommate for help. Well, he hadn't even known about the knife (or it was possible that he'd just forgotten about it, seeing how Sam seemed to be well-armed in general), but he wasn't particularly shocked to see it.

Before he could offer his thanks or do much else, though, Sam brought up what had happened last night. Peter startled -- how could he have forgotten that? His concerns had all been assuaged when he'd seen Sam in bed that morning, but...

But still, Sam had been taken by some soldiers last night and that had just completely slipped his mind because he'd been preoccupied with this whole paramedic thing. That should have been the first thing he'd asked Sam about when he'd walked in here, and yet instead he'd been so absorbed in his own projects.

"...Yeah, I've heard about them. Just a little, but... yeah, wow. Sorry, I guess I'm all over the place lately. What happened, exactly?" He hoped that his guilt over forgetting was clear enough on his face.

[human_sponge]

[To nightshift.]