The minions gave one last synchronized nod before jogging around to the back of the sedan.
Thnk—chk~
The trunk opened, quiet and well-oiled.
Gary had already begun turning toward Don—only to find Don standing directly in front of him.
No transition. No blink. Just there.
Gary didn't flinch.
He smiled, slightly.
"When we first acquired the suit," he said, folding his hands behind his back, "I had thought it would suit Madam Elle best. Given the supposed toll it takes on the mind."
Don didn't move. His eyes glowed faintly under the hood.
"But I'm glad to see you're assimilating with it well," Gary finished.
"It still feels like I'm only scratching the surface," Don replied.
His voice was low. Steady. Not tired—just weighted.
Gary nodded, gaze drifting momentarily toward the upper floors of the hospital.
