Maxwell watched Jackson careful as he kicked off, showing neither irritation or annoyance in what he was hearing, which was something of a rarity considering both were considered his trademark expressions. Instead of snapping back Maxwell went back to watching the forest. The sense of being watched was growing, but it was impossible to tell where from. All around maybe? Could the ‘forest’ watch a person? He wasn’t sure how to handle Jackson, though perhaps trying to ‘handle’ him was the wrong approach entirely. Had anyone actually just talked to the guy? [colour=gold][b]“You done?”[/b][/colour] Maxwell said in a tone that suggested neither anger nor compassion.  For a moment he was silent, considering what it was that he wanted to try and say.

He pushed himself off of the wall and walked toward Jackson. [colour=gold][b]“Look, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that I have any clue in hell what’s it’s like for you. I’m not going to insult you by claiming that I know what it feels like and that I understand, cause I don’t. But here’s the thing. It’s not just you. I know what it’s like to have something in my head, remember?”[/b][/colour] Maxwell stood over Jackson. [colour=gold][b]“So, if you don’t like the way things are going then why don’t you get off your ass and do something about it. If it bothers you so much then confront her about it, demand answers, explanations. Wallowing here isn’t going to help anyone.”[/b][/colour] 

Maxwell sighed at himself, aware that he had probably overstepped way too many boundaries. [colour=gold][b]“So, what do you wanna do about it?”[/b][/colour]