[ Nelson's eyebrows raise, as if he's learning this information for the first time. Well; he is. He hadn't put two and two together about Maskin before this moment, wrapped up as he'd been in his own personal crisis. ]

Oh. Oh! I have! It's -- um -- I think I even have a copy... somewhere... maybe you could sign it-- I haven't finished it, but... oh. Well. Not just now. Don't let me forget!

[ Another gulp of scotch before he sets the glass down, aware he's getting scattered. He got a fresh glass from the counter and filled it just with water, bringing it over to Bradbury and sitting by him again. He bit his lip again, looking over the bloodstains with concern through mildly bloodshot eyes. ]

Can't I get you some new clothes, at least?

[ He plucks worriedly at Bradbury's shirt collar, more openly concerned than he might be if he were sober. ]

It isn't any trouble. I can take care of it. I'm quite good at this kind of thing.

[ Between himself and Hooded Justice, he did have an excess of experience. ]