Charlette's phone alarm jolted him awake the next morning, which seemed to come around way too soon. Unlike her, Paul didn't have anything on his immediate agenda, other than contacting Jemma. She would be dealt with later, however. Being that as it may, he rolled over while she got out of bed. He saw no point in leaving her warm cocoon only to return to his cooler sheets.<br/><br/>"Have a good day, sweetie," he muttered. "Text me when you get there, please." Unconsciousness would soon reclaim him.<br/><br/><i>Sweetie? You <b>must </b>be tired, Old Man. If you're not careful, you'll be the bologna in a Jemma and Charlette sammy. Hahahahaha</i>