You're stubborn enough to walk on shattered kneecaps- that isn't saying much.

[All too aware of Ciro's presence anxiously waiting outside, Lancia at least keeps his voice low. Besides, Faustino is already using up more of his energy than he can say he really like by hiding his injuries with an appearance. The least that can be allowed is that he carries him back to their vehicle.]

[Once it's clear that Faustino has finished, Lancia finally takes him out into the hallway. Ciro is exactly as he looked when Lancia left the younger man to watch the security station: paler than a ghost, eyes dark as pits, and quietly shaking against all his best control. He's at Lancia's side in a second, murmuring Faustino's name and only barely resisting the urge to touch. But then again, maybe that's because Lancia speaks up then, dissuading him.]

Not now, Ciro. Go get the car started up, and check in on Al. Alright?

[A mute nod as he still levels a worried gaze over Faustino- and then there's a click in his eyes. A realization. Lancia can guess what it is that has his lips thinning, brow furrowing, but... To his credit, Ciro says nothing. Not right then. He simply nods, and hurries away to do as he's told.]

[It's going to be a hell of a drive back home.]