[Stephen offers the man closest to him a smile that's a little too tight, his gaze still flicking over to the other two now and then. He tries to keep the relief off his face when the third guy speaks up about a procedure and he can finally nail down at least one person's identity. Between the medication he's on and the death loss this is disorienting as hell, but he's pretty sure he's caught on to who's who. The guy with his hands on the vodka is almost certainly the gangster here to make the drop-off, and he suspects the silent one is the same guy who put up all that fuss about letting Stephen look at his broken arm. He still travels with the gangster, right?]
Absolutely. I wanted to check in with you about how you were feeling. Or, you know, not feeling.
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Absolutely. I wanted to check in with you about how you were feeling. Or, you know, not feeling.