"Eventually." He raises an eyebrow. "You think he needed it twice a week?"
He frowns. "I thought you said it only happened when you were trying to sleep."
With an I-know-I'll-be-sorry-I-asked look, "...As opposed to?"
If I see hard evidence that Iago's player has left all his threads with Xel hanging for weeks and is continuing to do so despite having come online, I'm going to have to deal with Xel alternately but ininterruptedly being suicidal, wanting to strap a metal comb into his arm to focus the misery, and lusting to perform barefanged coronectomies on everyone in the world until there's nothing left but plants and blood. And he thinks he's quiet about it, but he isn't, and it goes on for weeks until he's too depressed to care, and I need to be able to sleep at night. So I've been staying off the main page.