[He doesn't see Gene until he stumbles on the infirmary. Scott was just about to leave, might have bumped into Dillon's look-alike if he'd been a few minutes faster. As it is, he's close when the - army? navy? he has no clue, still - when the other young man enters the infirmary, and for a second, his heart rate ratchets. How could Dillon get this hurt, who could have done it, how could Scott not have known--
And a second after that, the smell of death floods his nose and he can't breathe. He's staring at Gene, but all he sees is black, some cramped corner of Peter's - of Venom's room, and all he can smell is his own death, like he smelled as his legs gave out from under him, as Isaac and Erica tore into him--
He blinks, twice, thrice, and reaches out.]
Did you - just get here?
[He's not Dillon. Scott can smell the difference, under all that - under everything else.]
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And a second after that, the smell of death floods his nose and he can't breathe. He's staring at Gene, but all he sees is black, some cramped corner of Peter's - of Venom's room, and all he can smell is his own death, like he smelled as his legs gave out from under him, as Isaac and Erica tore into him--
He blinks, twice, thrice, and reaches out.]
Did you - just get here?
[He's not Dillon. Scott can smell the difference, under all that - under everything else.]