He doesn't think he's ever experienced something quite so boring as being in the body of an infant. He can't do anything, and for somebody who hadn't voluntarily slowed down since he was in high school that was possibly the worst thing that could happen to him. He'd been unable to move once, a few years before he'd died and been reincarnated, but it hadn't been like this. Then, everybody had known he was still in the shell of his body, for all that it couldn't move, and had made a point to come by and keep him from being too bored, even if he wasn't always precisely entertained. He'd had the papers read to him on a regular basis, public news as well as Saucy news; and books, some of which he wouldn't have read on his own (really, just because Faith was learning Python thanks to the urgings of somebody-or-other in MagiTech didn't mean she had to share). He'd gotten occasional music from his personal music collection, so it wasn't anything horrible. He'd gotten constant updates on the usual crises- because when wasn't there a crisis?
And even though the news and updates-on-crises made Xander realize that he really needed someone competent to be his second in command, ready to take over at a moment's notice, and he was horrified at not being able to do a thing about any of the crises, and certain people took entirely too much pleasure at him being a captive audience, at least they realized he was in there, that he was aware and sane and not used to dealing with boredom. Nobody realized those things about babies.
It was going to be a long, boring time until he was mobile again, and he had nothing to do during it but think.
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