There are hands steadying Federico so that he does not fall over as he nearly passes out again. Malos has no trouble steadying the other man, but he's wary, he's confused. They know each other's names, but not much else about each other.
"You look like shit. Are you - oh, I see. Hang on."
He doesn't even need to ask if the man plans on taking a nap before he sees the problem. He eases Federico so that he's steady - either to the floor or against the wall - and then he starts tipping the mirrors over. He's not trying to break them, but neither does he seem particularly concerned if they break or not. All he's trying to do is get them face down to the floor. No reflections can come out, that way. No reflections can watch you, either.
"This is worse than the fucking plants, I swear," Malos grumbles. "But I wouldn't want to shut my eyes around them, either."
aftermath or thereabouts, fedi's gotta be running ragged no matter what
"Whoa, hey, hey."
There are hands steadying Federico so that he does not fall over as he nearly passes out again. Malos has no trouble steadying the other man, but he's wary, he's confused. They know each other's names, but not much else about each other.
"You look like shit. Are you - oh, I see. Hang on."
He doesn't even need to ask if the man plans on taking a nap before he sees the problem. He eases Federico so that he's steady - either to the floor or against the wall - and then he starts tipping the mirrors over. He's not trying to break them, but neither does he seem particularly concerned if they break or not. All he's trying to do is get them face down to the floor. No reflections can come out, that way. No reflections can watch you, either.
"This is worse than the fucking plants, I swear," Malos grumbles. "But I wouldn't want to shut my eyes around them, either."