[ They give him a suit. What they don't give him is a fucking clue, and the sense of urgency that drives him to check himself out dies before he even gets out the front door. Between the realization that he has no idea where to go after said door and the pounding headache he's had since he woke up, he stalls out, taking a seat in the lobby to press a palm to his head.
Which is when he hears "coffee". Seth looks up, takes a second to squint at the woman — notes the things that feel familiar, the hard look and the red hair. That's it. He has no idea who she is. After a short, slightly miserable pause: ]
Fuck it. Yeah, coffee. [ He drags his hand down his face before standing up, which is when the more logical response kicks in. ] Do I know you?
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Which is when he hears "coffee". Seth looks up, takes a second to squint at the woman — notes the things that feel familiar, the hard look and the red hair. That's it. He has no idea who she is. After a short, slightly miserable pause: ]
Fuck it. Yeah, coffee. [ He drags his hand down his face before standing up, which is when the more logical response kicks in. ] Do I know you?