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[HEY NICE FLOOR mind if Henry bleeds on it? No? Awesome. It's just a nosebleed and a split lip, which goes nicely with his black eye.]

Oh, hey, this... is not the bathroom. Uh. Anybody got tissues?

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[ Here's a package of them, but-- ]

You look like you could do with something with a little more... cleaning power?

[--ohshit it's like all over his shirt, this is never coming out. He accepts the tissues, though!]

Man, that sounds like an great idea, but I think it's too late.

Cold water and a little soap does wonders. [ For both wounds and clothing. Speaking from experience. ]

Come on, I'll find you a bathroom, if you'd like, and you can tell me what happened to you.

I'm not, like, really sure how I got here or how to get back? Not that following strangers into bathrooms isn't a great idea normally, but, you know.

[ A laugh, and he holds his hands up, palms out. ] Promise I won't try anything. I know it probably doesn't hold much weight, but for what it's worth.

The trick with this place-- I think, haven't been here very long-- seems to be the doors. Look long enough, you'll find your way to something useful, and if you're lucky, home.

[He grabs it, and manages to upright himself with only a little bit of wobble]

Well, I'd hate to bi-bi-whatever that word is that has to do with honor, I swear I'm not drunk

[ It's progress. He starts leading Henry to the nearest door. ]

Besmirch? [ It's the only word he can think of that fits those requirements. ] My first guess wasn't going to be drunk, but thanks for the reassurance anyway.

I knew it had something to do with smirking. This is why dad keeps yelling at me to go to college.

College isn't just for increasing vocabularies, and you're perfectly capable of learning new words without going to college.

[ He opens the door, checks, and closes it again. ] And that's not a bathroom. Next. Still holding up okay?

Really, it's not as bad as it looks. I'd be a lot uglier if I couldn't take a punch. I've been told my face is very punchable.

All right, just checking. I've learned not to take chances with injured kids.

[Ouch, his ego.]

Dude, I'm twenty-one!

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