Mask or Menace - IC Inbox

[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[flightforfreedom]

Then they can fix the nanites, and all this mess can be put right. [He sounded firm. Hope unwavering.]

So just hold on. Okay? We'll take care of you, in the meantime.

[dreadinquisitor]

[He jerks, a rocking motion as there's a snap like lightning, spasming across the back of his hand hand.]

...Starting with hot water pretending to be tea?

[flightforfreedom]

I'm sure I'll figure it out, eventually. [But at least that reminded him about the kettle, and with one more hard look at Maxwell he quickly slipped into the kitchen to get the tea.

It wasn't that hard to put a teabag in a cup and fill it with water, he just didn't know how long it needed to be in there. So he just brought it back, without waiting.]

But you need someone to make sure you're actually eating, Maxwell. Being here on your own is not going to help.

[dreadinquisitor]

I think... you missed your calling as my mother, Poe.

[Maxwell lets the cup sit. He had neither the energy to hold it or desire to drink just hot water.]

But if Beth agrees....