"Yeah. Just told Jordan. Don't think you should shower until you're steadier. We can use wipes or some s**t to get the blood off."
At least not the public showers. He felt suddenly exposed, with Rep still weak and on open ground, and not even their own sink to get back to. Deus felt less friendly, all of a sudden.
Less safe.
Harrison tucked his phone away and propped him up, giving him something to lean on.
"Easy." He laughed. "Think we've had enough exotic too." Regular bed and breakfast sounded good. Home sounded good, even if it meant less of a place to Harrison and more a kind of stability. For a while, at least, he wanted to be out of the eye of cameras. He needed the break to prepare for a long guard duty.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
