Kurloz righted himself and stared at the young man, recognising those eyes for Rhys'. The face reminded him of someone else but for the life of him, Kurloz couldn't think who.

Instead, he glanced around the room, reading the labels on some bottles in the dim light. He finally approached Rhys and waved his hand, testing to see if he'd be seen. When no recognition followed, he took a seat in front of the mattress, resting his arms on his legs and watching Rhys talk into the mirror.