Peaking back into the world

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto and to be updated
When: Week of 4-10 through 4-15
Where: Mostly the HoA, a few others
Summary: Mags is talking to people again. A few people want to see him in person
Warnings: Will be updated
Other: Tag in with when you are meeting/where ok?

He'd made appointments with various people. He was going to keep them. But even still, he was looking entirely well. He'd lost a little weight, was tense, and mostly very still. Except his eyes. They never stopped moving.

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[magnetic_magpie]

He nodded just slightly and sat. His movements were fluid but not easy, posture closed off, arms kept tight to his body, movements stilled. Michael and Lucifer did keep him calm - and Michael had helped him sleep some, and he knew, logically that not only was he safe there, not only was he safe in present company, but if he called they would answer. Still. This wasn't something he wanted to do.

"This is...really outside the field of my expertise."

[calm_tempest]

Everything about his movements said he wanted to retreat, even though he must have known she would bring him no harm. He'd spent time as far away from the world as he could manage; coming back to it was causing him stress, understandably.

"It is an unpleasant field to be well-versed in."

Wounds to the body were easy. Some carefully applied kidou, and most could be mended in a matter of moments. But wounds to the mind and heart were far more difficult to repair. And left deeper scars. She'd mostly just gained insight over time as opposed to having proper training in this area.

She sat across from him at a respectable distance. The first part of an appointment was always verbal, and she would not encroach on his need for space until necessary.

"If you could give me an account of your routine and physical state these past few weeks?"

Start with the easy part.

[magnetic_magpie]

He nodded. "I worked as an orderly after the war. But most where...there wasn't a great deal we could do."

They cared for their patients' bodies, as most, as least on his ward, were far too far gone for treatment at the time. He hadn't been in a much better state when he had arrived.

He took a breath, and kept his voice soft, quiet. Weakness of any kind he didn't like to share. "I'm not sure, the first couple of weeks. I lost time or was just not aware of it. I wake early, before sunrise, as always, if I sleep. Michael encourages me to sleep." Michael made him sleep a few times. "I eat, small meals through out the day. Help with the pets, Michael and I take the puppy for a walk some times, or I play with Eden. Lucifer and I talk often." There wasn't a routine, or not one he could identify - he was easing, slowly into one, but wasn't focused enough to see it.

"I started having nightmares again, so I'm not sleeping well. Otherwise, physically, I'm fine." The weight loss he really hadn't noticed.

[calm_tempest]

Few liked to share weakness, but those who recognized the necessity of it were better off than those who denied its existence.

That he'd lost so much time was a concern, indicated a loss of touch with what was around him. He'd disassociated. Perhaps recoiling from the acts he was accused of? And there was something that she'd noticed that he seemed to have failed to pick up on.

"You have lost weight."

[magnetic_magpie]

"Have I?" Unstable molecules meant clothes always fit, and he didn't need to look in a mirror to shave - he wasn't sure there was a mirror at the apartment. But he frowned at the news, that wasn't good.

There was reason he might - and he was using certain parts of his powers a lot - but still. "That is worrisome."