[ If Fenris is disgusted or otherwise put off by what he sees, it doesn't show. Years of working for the Company have trained him well; he suppresses his reactions quickly, swallowing them like hot coals. His gut burns, but his face remains still, suggesting nothing more than his usual bland irritation.
He shuts the door behind him once he's let in, though he keeps his attention fixed to Jack. The man is in shambles. He's as effervescent and jovial as ever, but there's no smoothness to it now--he's stretched taut in every way, and to Fenris's mind, he looks ready either to bite or to collapse. Fenris hopes for the latter. ]
Fenris.
[ I am not your buddy, he thinks, but they both already know that.
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He shuts the door behind him once he's let in, though he keeps his attention fixed to Jack. The man is in shambles. He's as effervescent and jovial as ever, but there's no smoothness to it now--he's stretched taut in every way, and to Fenris's mind, he looks ready either to bite or to collapse. Fenris hopes for the latter. ]
Fenris.
[ I am not your buddy, he thinks, but they both already know that.
He makes a shepherding gesture. ]
You need to lie down. Let me get you some water.