The heat was terrible. He could feel the inside of his nose and throat drying out as he breathed, which was exactly what he didn't need right now, but he ignored it for now. He got as close as he could to the boiler while Bryn kept going, and stared at it with a sick sort of fascination. This was where his dad had died. He swallowed, but his throat was too dry for that and it made a clicking sound that he couldn't hear. Not because the hotel was loud, but because the boiler itself was.
He blinked as he realized that the hotel was quiet. Blinking hurt his eyes a little, thanks to the heat, but whatever. He was already sore, not to mention sweating and more than a bit confused by the hotel's sudden silence. What was it up to now?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU AND YOUR CUNT YOU AWFUL LITTLE SHIT) it yelled in his head - clearly the silence had been the hotel's version of drawing breath to scream - and Dan landed on his hands and knees yet again with the force of it. Thank fuck for Bryn's blood, or he'd have been out cold long ago. He was mouthing along with some of what was being yelled in his head while fresh blood dripped from his nose, but all of it was insults and threats. Nothing that hinted at any retaliation. And no sign of Derwent at all. He wiped the blood away from his nose and turned his head to keep an eye on Bryn.