For a moment, Cesare thinks that this is it. Whatever horror flick he'd accidentally gotten trapped in had reached a culmination, and he is getting murdered by some creepy child, a giant doll or a less stabby and more strangley version Freddie Krueger. There's a surprising lack of panic, though. As if he's not all that scared of death, and before that can properly set in, he recognizes the voice.

"Fuck! Don't do that!" He presses a fist into Reid's cheek half as a threat and half as a jest. "What if I kill you before I recognize you?!"

Because, you know, that could totally happen.

Cesare tries to wiggle out of the headlock, with a bite to his pal's arm if needed, so he can properly see whatever he's supposed to check out. Oh.

"What happened?"