[ That does, at least, manage to get Gunmax to wheeze out a half laugh. Control issues. Yeah, Todou would say that. And hell if it wasn't true. Gunmax was known for having some of the worst control issues and he admits it every day.

He relaxes slowly as Deckerd traces patterns. Simple things that he can follow without looking. It comforting and soothing and it eases the tension out of his frame until he's almost limp against the older Brave.

He always forgets how much energy panic takes from him. Whoever coded that program needed to look over it again.

But Gunmax still hums a quiet sound in response. He curls his arms around Deckerd, holding him, and breathes an almost sigh. ]

I know this is about me right now, but giving hypocritical advice is a bad look, patokaa.

[ Finally the static has left his voice, leaving him just sounding tired and worn down. ]