He averts his eyes for the first time in your conversation, blinking slowly and rubbing a hand against his cheek before shaking it off and refocusing on you.
WAX: I haven’t felt okay in centuries, Void.
WAX: and I don’t expect that to change any time soon, so.
WAX: don’t worry about it.
WAX: I’m here to administrate, not drag people into my issues.
WAX: there are always more important things than that.