Yes, you do indeed seem to be the person I would most trust to assess the presence of glass in your hand.

l m f a o and so on.

[ Not a moment later, Senan bustles in with all the amenities of half-assed triage: duct tape, gauze, Everclear, and the requested hash, which he tosses at Darius, hoping to hit the other man in the face. ]

Hand out, let's have it.

[ And. ]

Fuck me, how's it so cold in -

[ Oh. ]

Fucking Christ, Darius, not again.

[ With a curled lip and baffled eyes, he gestures towards the broken window with the liquor. ]

You keep breaking it outward, Super's eventually going to realize no one's breaking in, y'daft shit.