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One conversation down with Savannah and one more to go. He just wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to have it. Kon mused to himself while he had a cup of coffee. He could go up and talk to Wallace, but Wallace was right. Now that it was the morning and he was sober again, he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep with Wallace. But he wasn't sure he didn't want to see Wallace.
He took another sip of the coffee and winced a little at the taste. He hated the coffee, but he loved the way it warmed him from the inside out and he was heading home after this.
After a little while, he'd come to no better conclusion about Wallace and his coffee was finished. He headed for the door and saw a flash of dark hair that he recognized. Wallace. Well, crap. He hesitated, but he kept making his way to the exit. He hadn't been a coward with Savannah and he wasn't going to be one with Wallace either.
He took another sip of the coffee and winced a little at the taste. He hated the coffee, but he loved the way it warmed him from the inside out and he was heading home after this.
After a little while, he'd come to no better conclusion about Wallace and his coffee was finished. He headed for the door and saw a flash of dark hair that he recognized. Wallace. Well, crap. He hesitated, but he kept making his way to the exit. He hadn't been a coward with Savannah and he wasn't going to be one with Wallace either.