Re: Janus A/Eames: the 'Stop
Rather than at Eames, Janus looked at the paper bag and tried to decide if a cupholder could fit in it. Did mocha cups come in paper bags? Suspicious. He did not attempt to sit up or move, but instead stayed otherwise very still. "Been worse." His eyes switched slightly down and over to look at Eames' face, and he didn't like what he saw there, so he looked again at the paper bag. Janus really, really did not want an audience for his current state. He felt horrible and looked horrible and he just didn't like people clustering around to point out the obvious.
This body had lighter eyes, closer to blue than brown, a little muddy at the moment with pain. But he didn't look afraid. His features were relaxed and his mouth tired. Anyone in this state, with this much blood loss and obvious unusual trauma, should look afraid. But there wasn't anything but pain to be afraid of, and Janus was a demon. He had a lot of experience with pain.
"Just wait. You bring...?" It was hot in the back of the Bus Stop, just like it was hot everywhere, the Repose summer unyielding. Something cool would be good, and he was thirsty. It was impact damage, so most of his insides were still on the inside.