The advantage to being in an all night coffee shop all night was that you were warm and dry. He suspected the tired looking waitress knew he didn't really have anywhere else to go, but the night had been ugly enough that as long as he wasn't causing any real trouble, and the place was empty, then she wasn't going to kick him out. The remains of two very large, very black mugs of coffee and a trio of bagels lay in front of him. The coffee had maybe been a mistake. He thought he'd dozed, on and off, leaning against the radiator, but it was hard to be sure. He never slept that well to begin with.<br/><br/>There was a crash from the kitchen area, drawing his attention and that off the waitress and cook. "Just a plate." the cook called. "Guess it slipped off the rack or something." The waitress made a non commital noise and went back to reading her iPad behind the counter. She glanced at Sam and gestured towards his almost empty mug. He gave a quick shake of his head, turning slightly as the door opened and a redhead came in.<br/><br/>He grimaced slightly, pressing his fingertips into his temples. Too much caffeine, too little sleep and too much noise in his head. He could feel a headache coming on, and his stomach gave a lurch. He shook his head and muttered something almost inaudible. He really didn't want to get kicked out before he had to leave, and figured he might have another hour or two before the breakfast crowd started to appear and they'd have to move him along.<br/><br/>"Move along, move along. Story of my fucking life." he murmured, palming a couple of pills from the little container in his pocket and frowning again at how empty it was getting. Another few days worth, maybe.<br/><br/>His head jerked up as the voices finally penetrated his fogged up brain<em>watchingwatchingwatching</em>and saw the redhead nearby. Had she been watching him? He threw the pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with a mouthfull of lukewarm coffee. He forced himself to relax, but kept watch on her from the corner of his eye, ready to run if he needed to.