Magnus rolled his eyes, but obediently allowed himself to be guided back to the bathroom so that Jessica could have her way. The science didn't support the statement; wet hair did not lead to exposure to a virus. But there was no reason to argue the point when there were, apparently, more important things that needed to be dealt with. Besides, Jessica was better at this kind of thing.
An undershirt was ready and waiting for him in the bathroom. He'd intended to put it on immediately after shaving and did so now, before dropping the toilet seat cover and seating himself. She'd never be able to reach his head otherwise.
"A breach?" he echoed, frowning. "Melissa told you this?" Her assistant was a gossip in Magnus' mind, but that's what Jessica seemed to like about her. Even so, she wasn't prone to flights of fantasy or jumping to wild conclusions. The information was solid if it came from her.
"What kind of other dimension?" He would have loved to hear there was an escape of some kind, but an alternate dimension? That definitely sounded like trouble, something wrong. "Do we know what's coming in?"
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An undershirt was ready and waiting for him in the bathroom. He'd intended to put it on immediately after shaving and did so now, before dropping the toilet seat cover and seating himself. She'd never be able to reach his head otherwise.
"A breach?" he echoed, frowning. "Melissa told you this?" Her assistant was a gossip in Magnus' mind, but that's what Jessica seemed to like about her. Even so, she wasn't prone to flights of fantasy or jumping to wild conclusions. The information was solid if it came from her.
"What kind of other dimension?" He would have loved to hear there was an escape of some kind, but an alternate dimension? That definitely sounded like trouble, something wrong. "Do we know what's coming in?"