Do I know you? (Patreon)
He kept his head down on his desk.
His Admiral was gone. He'd seen him, body then voice swallowed up into that endless fog and no matter how much he cut through it with these rigid, useless arms, he could not find him again. He hadn't answered his message on the board, and no one had seen him at breakfast.
Of course they hadn't. He was gone.
"Mr. Favin?" The nurse gently laid a hand on his shoulder, and nothing moved him. "You have a visitor." He didn't move, didn't open his eyes, unimportant, nothing, nothing, nothing. "He's already waiting for you in the lobby."
"Who?" Weakly. If he could just refute her - no doubt this would be someone from "Dexter's" life, unrelated to him, easily ignored in the face of spiralling around his Admiral's loss-
"It's Mr. Vyer. Max Vyer?" He started at the name. The simple name written in ZEX's file, easily recognizable to both of them, familiar VUX structure-
He lifted his head, desperation obvious on his face, though he wouldn't know it.
He let himself be led to the lobby, and true to her word, Max was there, though he looked almost unrecognizable from his Admiral - to begin with, he had two eyes, no scars, and held himself nervously, eyes - multiple - looking around at the others gathered in the lobby. He had seen ZEX's empty eye socket, had felt the stitches in his skin - there was no explanation for why he should be whole again.
Finally, his gaze settled on DAX and he looked relieved and came over to him gratefully, though DAX backed up slightly at his approach.
This was "Max." Not ZEX. That much was obvious.
"Dex-" relief awash in his voice, which DAX twitched at. He sounded like ZEX in some ways, but dissimilar in others. If he hadn't heard this voice for so long, so much of his life, he would have disregarded it outright. As it was, it stayed him, froze him in place. "How are you? Are you...still DAX?"
DAX fell into an at-ease stance, arms folded behind his back. "Yes, sir." Max sighed, sounding disappointed, though DAX couldn't be sure.
"Oh." That was fairly clear at least. "I'm...sorry." He pulled a hand through his hair, the same side that his scar should be on and yet... "This is all my fault, isn't it? I..." He shook his head, DAX again twitching at the action, slightly disturbed. "I hoped that since I got better, that you..."
DAX saw no need to contribute to this. He just watched, looking for any sign that ZEX was in there at all, that this was another trick and his Admiral would soon be returned to him. Max looked at him, eyes wide and sad - unlike ZEX, and therefore unimportant. Easily ignored.
"I...I miss you, I want you to come home...Even mom misses you," with a kind of sad laugh, his voice strained. "It's not the same without you there, everything's still all..." He trailed off with a vague noise, his eyes slipping from DAX's.
Anything, any sign, any action that would indicate that ZEX was still somewhere in there, anything-
"Do you miss me, Dex?" Almost startled by the prompt, his focus on everything but the conversation so intense. He refocused a moment, his mouth opening without thought.
"I do, sir," said before he could stop himself - though he hadn't meant it for Max exactly. Maybe ZEX would be able to hear it through him, somehow... Max laughed sadly again, moving just a bit closer.
"Do you really? I hoped that we'd get out of here together, I thought we could face anything together - it's so hard without you there to help me, and I don't know how to help you here." He reached for his arm, DAX still an unmoving wall. "I...I really can't do this without you, Dex, please-"
"You're perfectly fine without me, sir." ZEX had always been strong. While DAX had made himself useful, at the end of the day, everyone was expendable. Surely Max felt the same.
"Dex..." Tears lined the corners of his eyes, and he quickly scrubbed them away. He made an inarticulate, angry noise, eyes burning into the chairs to DAX's back. "This isn't fair!" His outburst was sudden, though not wholly unfamiliar - in his more vulnerable moments, even his Admiral had taken to bouts of frustration at his circumstances. "I was the one who messed up and thought I was ZEX-" a twitch, "and now you're the one stuck here, when-" He turned to him, his eyes wide and watery, pleading. "When I need you, I need you, Dex, and you're not there-"
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