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[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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[burnination]

meet me at my apartment, the one near hamburg

what's wrong?

[blasphemer]

I'm outside.

[ He's got the hood of his sweater up, looking shady as fuck outside your apartment building. ]

[burnination]

[ don't think he didn't notice you didn't answer his question, but okay, going to fetch him. max isn't any more committed to pushing issues than james is to offering them. ]

Hey. [ he leans out the door of his apartment building, once he makes his way down stairs. ] Come on. You look like a crack dealer.

[blasphemer]

[ A grunt and James steps inside. He probably could have ported himself right into Max's apartment. But, boundaries. And also his head's not on completely straight: hence the lack of overnight bag. He didn't want to head back to his place. ]

Thanks. [ For calling him a crack dealer and opening the door for him. Spoken in his usual dull tone.

Once inside James pulls his hood down and heads into the kitchen. His nose appears to have been broken very recently and the left side of his face is swollen.

He picks through the freezer looking for an ice pack. ]

[burnination]

[ to be fair, max only just ported himself into his apartment, thanks to one of dani's spells he keeps on hand. if he glances to the couch, max's hiking pack has recently been tossed there, and he's still wearing all his adventuring gear.

because when james needs looking after, fuck work, frankly.

after he tugs the hood down, max's eyes squint, questions forming in his head, but heads off to dig into that pack (incidentally, the one james made for him) to pull out a jar of healing salve, something nic worked up for him. ]

Here. Sit. [ said as he shoves the pack over the make room on the couch, once james finds his ice pack. there should be a few in there. because work hazards. ]