Cormac’s lips pull back in a snarl at seeing Irving, coy, waving their hand with a grin on their face.

Irving cups their hands around their mouth and appears to shout something. Cormac, however, hears nothing. In return, he shrugs and makes wide, exaggerated motions towards his ears.

He sees Irving sigh, and step away from the little round window. Almost immediately after they depart, Cormac slumps to the floor. He is positively exhausted. His vision swims in blotches of light and dark.

Piercing through his daze, he hears Irving’s voice.

“Hey!”