He was dead if anyone saw him.
Luigi's initial thought was to turn right back around and head off to do some work. It was frustrating as fuck how jumbled his brain became when it came down to Mag.
It's fucking ridiculous,he told himself. You're fucking ridiculous. Mag's another average, dime-a-dozen woman, and you're sneaking all over the goddamn place thinking about talking to her.
She wasn't another fucking dime-a-dozen woman, though.
Another fucking dime-a-dozen woman wouldn't have survived bumping into him the way Mag just had, let alone caused him to freeze up.