FIRST INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

To say this week has been intense is, generally, an understatement. Friday dawns like any other day. Some of you may have guessed that something like this would happen. It's not a difficult assumption to make, considering what's at stake. Mayor Fontaine has come forward with clear intent, and maybe expecting twenty-five people to stay strong against it is too much. Or maybe not! You never know!

...For those of you not entirely convinced, however, those visible traces of blood in the elevator might speak differently.

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[inaclearing]

[Faintly:]

I'll be okay.

[Not really, but he's not gonna faint (this time!)]

[dullshooter]

[Yeah well Brett’s getting a squeeze and a straightening up all the same.]

Yeah, you’re gonna be. If you fall apart then there’s no hope for the rest of us.

[He’s like, the most normal guy here.]

[inaclearing]

[Brett lets out a harsh breath, not a laugh but something that gestures vaguely in that direction. Disbelieving, at any rate.]

[dullshooter]

Don’t worry, we’ll have you desensitised to all this in no time.

[Up and at ‘em soldier!]

[inaclearing]

I don't know how to feel about that.

[But yeah, okay, he's rallying]

[hellaethics]

[Jason is putting a good majority of his own focus into not flipping out but he still leans over to put his arm around Brett's shoulder to support him from the other side.]

Deep breaths, bro.

[inaclearing]

Yeah...yeah, sorry.

[hellaethics]

You got nothin' to be sorry about. [He presses his other hand, firm but not hard, to Brett's chest and takes a slow, deep breath himself.

It's the technique a nurse did to him once and, hell, if it worked to calm him down maybe it'll work for Brett.]

[inaclearing]

[Brett sucks in a deep breath, grateful for the sturdy warmth of touch. Distantly, he hates that he's making this kind of display in front of everyone, but that's something to be neatly tucked away later. For now:]

Thanks.