They lay there, naked in the sheets, covered in sweat and semen and streetlight creeping in from the window. Exhausted with passion and ecstasy. And remorse.

"So... I figured out why you look so familiar. Where I've seen you before."

"Yeah?"

"Probably shouldn't say... "

"It's cool."

"Promise you won't say anything?"

"Sure."

"It was at the hospital. For Charlie Parker."

"Oh. You know Charlie?"

"Yeah. I mean there was so much going on. I was barely... I mean... "

"Yeah. That was a crazy time. But it's cool I guess. I won't tell anyone. Hell, I don't even know your name."

"We never got that far, did we?"

"I guess not. I never got yours either."

"Well, my name is... "

"You know what? Let's not. I mean, if that's ok. I've just got someone that... "

"Right."

"... and I kinda have to be discreet."

"I get it. It's cool."

They lay quietly for a moment.

"Sorry, it's just... "

"No, really. It's cool. How do you know Charlie?"

"Is it cool if we don't get into it?"

"Right. Sure. Sorry."

Another quiet moment.

"Well, I guess I should get going."

"Right."

"It was fun. Even if it was the only time we'll probably... " He kissed him.

"You know what? Let's make THIS the last time."

And they began to make love again.

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