Fritz closes the door to his office behind Austin and Finn as they enter, his hand lingering above the handle for a moment as though he isn’t sure whether to lock it or not. After a few seconds of consideration, he leaves it as is. His office seems somehow more homey than Cillian’s was, with a plain, wooden desk covered in stacks of paper, stationed at an angle that presumably looks out into the lab when the door is actually held open. The walls are peppered with picture frames housing photos of mainly landscapes - Fritz isn’t present in any of them. Finn and Austin take seats in front of the desk, Austin in a folding chair, Finn in a wooden chair that looks identical to the one Austin was handcuffed to.
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Fritz closes the door to his office behind Austin and Finn as they enter, his hand lingering above the handle for a moment as though he isn’t sure whether to lock it or not. After a few seconds of consideration, he leaves it as is. His office seems somehow more homey than Cillian’s was, with a plain, wooden desk covered in stacks of paper, stationed at an angle that presumably looks out into the lab when the door is actually held open. The walls are peppered with picture frames housing photos of mainly landscapes - Fritz isn’t present in any of them. Finn and Austin take seats in front of the desk, Austin in a folding chair, Finn in a wooden chair that looks identical to the one Austin was handcuffed to.