Gladio barely gets through telling Dustin to lie down when he trips over his own stumbling feet and falls backwards, landing hard on his ass. He doesn't follow the instructions directly, too dazed to do anything but sit upright and gasp through the sudden, blinding pain in the center of his face, but the Shade's tendrils and eyes are notably absent from Dustin's shadow after he lands.

Not that he knows this. "--Stop," Dustin pleads, holding out the hand that isn't clutching his nose. The other one is already caked in blood. "Fucking meat-headed idiot!"