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... I just hope it's a simple work mission and he's not... gotten into some trouble.

[Because knowing Jack... or Jack's luck, rather, that would be the case and he didn't want to think about never seeing him again or possibly being here alone while Jack was sent back to Abel. Really, he'd work himself into a mess so he focused on food. It was better for them both]

They'revegetables with seasoning, ground meat and cheese all melted inside a tortilla. Are you staying? I'll make you some but you have to promise to teach me some magic.

[A suitable distraction on top of a distraction...]

[That was a worry. Even if it seemed simple, a war at all didn't exactly bode well.]

I'm sure he'll be fine, Eugene. There are a lot of them going and they'll take care of each other.

[The food was a better topic to discuss in his opinion anyway.]

That does sound pretty amazing. We don't... there's not a whole lot of food from that area of the world in the Commonwealth. They don't much like us a lot of the time.

If you want to feed me, I'm not gonna object. And I'll teach you what I can.

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Sweet, alright, let's cover the basics. Just a small fire spell so I can cook without having to wait. It's really the only kind I want to learn, though healing magic is also good, huh?

[Secretly, despite his efforts to downplay his own skill, he would like to try his hand at it and see if he was any good. It could come in handy for any number of reasons. Mostly, he was interested in the culinary advantage it would give him]

Um... [Max will look just a little awkward at his request for fire and healing.]

Eugene... I can't heal people. And I'm terrible at elemental magic. Like, embarrassingly bad.

[Stops short and does a mental backpedal, giving a sheepish grin before backing away]

....... Well. Yeah. Sorry.

[Scratches the back of his head and kind of is at a loss now of things to discuss]

So those drinks, yeah, I maybe should think about those.

[He feels bad for that but...]

I can teach you to talk to the spirit who can heal things though. Spirits are definitely in my realm of expertise. She seems friendly enough. And she can teach you how to use her power.

[Shakes his head and tries to let it go, shrugging. As far as the mechanics of magic went he was clueless and he hated looking clueless.]

And the fire one? Familiar with that... spirit?

No. But the principle is the same for most spirits, so whatever I teach you should work.

[Licking his lips a little he nodded, frankly unsure about this talking to spirits business, but... if it's what needed to be done, who was he to judge?]

Alright, so what's the first step?

Right, so, the thing with spirits is, they don't quite exist in the same reality as we do. So to contact them you kind of have to- uh, unfocus is how I think of it. I think... the way I told Jack was, have you ever done one of those weird pictures which looks like just colours but when you look at it right, it becomes a 3D picture?

Oh-- 3-D pictures, yeah. I'm good at those. I tend to get a little bit like that looking at particular textures and the ceili-- ah. That is to say, yes.

[Babbling, while cute in some interactions, might make him look dumb here and he didn't want that.]

So I unfocus my eyes?

Should have no problem then. You do that, let your mind follow it. Kind of detached. They don't have much interest in the physical body so...

[Briefly he gave Max a dubious look before settling back and trying to relax his focus, which was harder than it was normally, given how Jack wasn't here and he was... prone to think about him in his absence.

But after a minute or so he settled into something nearing a doze-- broken the moment that he opened an eye to peek at Max]

Am I doing it right?

[Max watched him carefully but it was difficult to tell from the outside. He laughed softly when Eugene asked him that though.]

Looked like it to me. Now you have to keep doing that and just... listen.

Alright, alright.

[Chuckles gently and closes his eyes with a soft sigh, settling back against the sofa and letting himself relax. It was... only after he'd stopped keeping a mental track on time that he thought he heard something-- though the realization did snap him out of it. Brows coming together, but not opening his eyes he tried again, this time letting his head rest back against the sofa.]

Don't shoot me. I'm just the messenger.

[Max grins and goes back to watching, sipping at his tea as Eugene slips into that semi-trance.]

Good. You're doing well. When you hear her, just let her come to you. Don't startle her.

A lady, huh?

[That got one of his eyes slitting open to grin at Max, but at least the other man seemed genuine and wasn't doing all this in an effort to prank him. But he slipped back into that state of relaxed, feeling another presence that wasn't Max's lingering just outside the periphery of his subconsciousness.

The presence was... comforting, but wary at once, though he made no move to push forward, just had a look back out of curiosity]

Nala is. As much as an incorporeal spirit can be anyway.

[He grins back at Eugene for that, a little amused by his reaction.]

So, introduce yourself.

[Not entirely sure about the protocol for this, he just followed instinct instead of speaking out loud, still distantly aware of Mex being around to prompt him. The sensation of being noticed was new, nearly knocked him out of the trance, but he preferred to approach things amicably, without much fanfare and managed to maintain the calm.

A warmth descended on him and he couldn't help but have a soft intake of breath, unexpected, but welcome at once.]

...Well, she must be hot, then. Not the other hot.

[He laughed softly at that comment, shaking his head in amusement.]

Mmmhmm, I guess she must be. You have to talk to her, ask her to help you.

You guess? Don't you make it a habit to speak with them often?

[But right, focus, and he centered himself right back on that warmth, asked for... healing of some sort-- was surprised when some of the phantom pain in his leg diminished-- a persistent ache that he'd forced himself to ignore. Though it was startling enough to snap him out of the reverie with his eyes flashing open and an audible sucking in of breath.

And then glancing over at Max-- a little sheepish]

... I think she misunderstood.

Not usually when I'm asking for help. And haven't tried it here yet.

[Maybe he should, but the idea of relying on something else for power is still an uncomfortable one for him.

He hears the startled breath, and smiles at him.]

I think she knows exactly what she's doing.

[With a soft huff-laugh he rolled his eyes, reaching down for and rubbing the stump of his leg through his jeans. It was strange to lack discomfort there, to feel a subtle but persistent warmth linger and tingle on the edges of his nerves]

Yeah well it's one thing to heal yourself and another to heal someone else. Do I need to phrase it properly?

[He notices the movement, and he's kind of glad that Eugene decided to try. Easing that kind of pain must be tricky.]

Maybe. Maybe it's proximity. You need to be closer to another person who's injured.

And your head isn't damaged?

[He did ask amicably-- more of a joke than anything he could approximate with seriousness. That and he didn't know Max well enough to make any claims of that nature with any validity.

At least he had company while Jack was away and that was good enough for him]

So it's the same for the others, then?

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