"It's getting worse?" it wasn't really a question but more of an obvious statement. The taller man ran his hand over the others neck. He could see it and he could feel it. It was definitely spreading.

The other hummed in response. Maybe he should just accept his fate, let the thing, whatever it was, take over him. Let it do what it was there to do.

"We should go to the doct-" the taller man was cut off by another voice.

"No doctor is going to be able to fix that. At least not a normal one" he stood in the doorway holding a mug of tea nonchalantly, and peered at the smaller man's neck.

"So what do you propose we do then?!" the taller snapped.

The man slowly walked over, stopping before them. He ghosted his hand across the other's neck.

"The Circus."