[Claudio has been laying out on the bed all this time, not daring to leave. He has drawings here and there, paper, images from things he doesn't want to know. A pile of papers crumbled up at the side.]

[When Trauma comes in he sits up, looking up at the ball of angst and irritation. He could tell he upset the guy, by going in and getting in trouble. He didn't MEAN to be recognized. He had stayed invisible the whole time! He's not really sure how they know he was there anyhow...]

...Hey.

[guilty face! oh god... he frowned, looking down] Look, it ain't a big deal. Nothing's going to come of it. It's just another name in a paper. They have no proof...