[Firo tries to rasp out a rebuke to Hank to pipe down, but the words catch in his rusty throat.
He fiddles clumsily with the doorknob, the simple movement complicated by the numbness in his fingers. Probably a result of lying around so long, which is, frankly, embarrassing. When he flings the doorway open, he looks Hank over and announces:]
You look like shit. How'd you get drunk already?
[Get it? Because Hank looks unsteady and also everything sucks.
Firo can't really talk himself. Despite trying to get outside every so often and to freshen himself up, he's spent a good amount of this fever marinating in his own sweat. Even after changing clothes, he still thinks he can smell it lingering.
Or maybe that's just Hank.
He stands back to let his visitor into his room. It's much tidier than Firo himself, with the bed made--the depression in the middle and the slightly rumpled blankets the only indicator that Firo was just lying on top of it--and everything else tucked neatly away in the chest.
The container with the alcohol is next to an open window; there are a couple glasses set right beside it.]
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He fiddles clumsily with the doorknob, the simple movement complicated by the numbness in his fingers. Probably a result of lying around so long, which is, frankly, embarrassing. When he flings the doorway open, he looks Hank over and announces:]
You look like shit. How'd you get drunk already?
[Get it? Because Hank looks unsteady and also everything sucks.
Firo can't really talk himself. Despite trying to get outside every so often and to freshen himself up, he's spent a good amount of this fever marinating in his own sweat. Even after changing clothes, he still thinks he can smell it lingering.
Or maybe that's just Hank.
He stands back to let his visitor into his room. It's much tidier than Firo himself, with the bed made--the depression in the middle and the slightly rumpled blankets the only indicator that Firo was just lying on top of it--and everything else tucked neatly away in the chest.
The container with the alcohol is next to an open window; there are a couple glasses set right beside it.]