He took a second, breathing, aware that the morning was sliding rapidly from awkward into awful. So it took him a second to get grounded again, to get everything sort of tied back on straight in his head. When he'd come back to himself, he looked at the both of them.
"Darrow fuckery," Frank said, because Nina had asked. "Making me see shit. My wife, the kids. Russo. I checked in on him, so I know I'm just seeing shit. I--we--"
He gestured at Guy then, shrugged. "We got drunk last night. Chase the demons off. Worked for a minute. Apparently your stuff makes it come on stronger, which nobody knew until ten seconds ago. So just--just don't go poking around right now. Okay, Nina? I've got it handled."
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Date: 2018-11-15 08:49 pm (UTC)"Darrow fuckery," Frank said, because Nina had asked. "Making me see shit. My wife, the kids. Russo. I checked in on him, so I know I'm just seeing shit. I--we--"
He gestured at Guy then, shrugged. "We got drunk last night. Chase the demons off. Worked for a minute. Apparently your stuff makes it come on stronger, which nobody knew until ten seconds ago. So just--just don't go poking around right now. Okay, Nina? I've got it handled."