[Silence quirks an eyebrow at this. He's rapidly coming to the conclusion that it would be best if Lucas came back home with him; he's not sure the boy running around in this volatile state can possibly lead to anything good.
He separates himself long enough to scribble a note.]
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He separates himself long enough to scribble a note.]
COME HOME? MILK MAY BE MAKING YOU...ERRATIC.