Felix'd done that sometimes too. So damned focused on some hocus problem he couldn't see nothing else. Not like when he 'wasn't himself'. Just where didn't nothing else matter, not food or sleep or any one person who couldn't give him the answer he was looking for.

Mildmay ran a hand through the front of his hair that wasn't pulled back in a plait, took a breath, let it out again. Corbie loved the guy. She wouldn't take well to Mildmay... doing anything but helping if he could.

He could make sure Corbie didn't come in here, and see what Jackson'd done and what it showed about him. "When the last time you ate? Slept?"