Twenty-fifth Snapshot - Fear [Voice]

[brig_gen_maes]

Don't know, know... Glass. Roy, why are there more glasses? How much did you have? How much... Were supposed to help me, not, not make room spin

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[arrayed_back]

Maes, where is your water?

[brig_gen_maes]

Um. Not in my cup. In my fridge?

[arrayed_back]

I'll just get you a new glass.

[brig_gen_maes]

With water in it?

[arrayed_back]

[Patiently.]

Yes, Maes.

[brig_gen_maes]

Good. Water is good. Don't want to get dehid-- deho-- Water is good.

[arrayed_back]

[Sets a glass of water in front of him.]

Do you think you can eat a piece of bread?

[ooc: Assuming there's bread in the house...]

[brig_gen_maes]

[Shakily reaches for the glass before picking it up and slowly sipping from it.]

If I... slowly. In the pantry, near, near cups. Is the bread.

[arrayed_back]

[Riza nods and brings back a slice.]

Take your time. No need to rush anything.

[brig_gen_maes]

[He squints at it, reaching and taking it.]

Thanks you. Thank. Thank you, Mish Hawkeye.

[arrayed_back]

Don't mention it.

[brig_gen_maes]

[Maes grins after he finishes a small bite.]

Too late! Did mention.

[arrayed_back]

[Smiles a bit at seeing the familiar reaction.]

[brig_gen_maes]

[He keeps the smile as he starts to push back the doubts and fears that had come to the surface. He's not supposed to be down. It's practically his job to keep everyone else happy.]

Shouldn't have had so much. Didn't... thingy. Know.

[arrayed_back]

I'm glad you're starting to see reason.

[brig_gen_maes]

Asked him to help, wasn't supposed to get, let me drunk.