Day 208 - Friday, July 17th

[papalobo]

[Ash's alarm is going off at seven, which seems entirely too early to Max, drugs worn off enough to wake with the noise, worn off enough to know the meal he prepared last night is still probably good to go with a quick reheat. There really is no reason to get up so early, is there? Unless he has things to do.

Max can't do things. Why would he know if Ash had things to do?]

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[papalobo]

You just wanna go to the beach 'n know the chair won't do as good on sand.

[jadedlynx]

I just said that.

[papalobo]

Guess I'll be happy even you can be a little selfish.

[jadedlynx]

Like I said, save the steps. You can do worse than hanging out with me on a private beach.

[papalobo]

[Into the chair he goes.]

[jadedlynx]

Meet me in the room we were working in yesterday?

[ Today is a good day to start the official therapy. ]

[papalobo]

Yeah, yeah.

[After the dishes.]

[jadedlynx]

Then I'm going to get started. Don't drown Asher.

[papalobo]

Dishwasher'll be like a nice shower for him.

[jadedlynx]

Only if you want an early fast removal.

[papalobo]

[When loading the dishwasher, he does not in fact put Asher in. Right away. If Ash lingers....]

[jadedlynx]

[ Instead, he retreats to begin on his own therapy: paints. His focus is on fine motor skills, after all. ]

[papalobo]

[Well, no point in putting Asher in the washer if Ash isn't around to fuss over it. And so, Asher wanders off when set down, not understanding how lucky he is.

Ash's phone had no traces of any messages he had with that guy.

Not that he was that serious about it.

He'll head in when finished. It's annoying to be feeling the fatigue at the edges of his mind already. He just made one meal.]

[jadedlynx]

[ When he enters, Ash is in the corner. Legs crossed beneath him, there's a canvas in front of him. However, Max can only see the back of it; it's designed to allow him privacy as he works. ]

[papalobo]

[He's seen what he's painted before. There's plenty of reason to leave it private.]

[jadedlynx]

[ As if Ash would paint that kind of thing in the same room as Max.

But Max has options. There are traditional squeezes, small weights, blocks that can be used to create cars or advanced building blocks, all of which are meant for adults. ]

[papalobo]

[Weights it is. With an audience, even a distracted one, he feels the need to go to his limits. But even that feels comparatively pathetic.

He's a little too relieved not to hear Ash's phone beep. But he might've just muted anything from that guy.]

[jadedlynx]

What's it feel like? Your arm. Any change?

[ Without looking up, he asks from his spot. ]

[papalobo]

None.

[jadedlynx]

There's a grip tester coming today. Numbers might say something different.

[papalobo]

Guess I shouldn't overdo it before then....

[jadedlynx]

You shouldn't.

[ He finally pauses. ]

You didn't seem like a painting guy.

[ Hence the blocks. ]

[papalobo]

That easy to read?

[jadedlynx]

Enough it's an audio book.

The blocks are a no go?

[papalobo]

No, it's not that....