His hand had reached out to grasp at the door knob to the clauset as Angel searched for a way to get him away from it. Max on the inside tried his best to hold down the lunch of booze, coffee and gummi-bears as he felt an impending doom wash over him which made it harder to not throw up. But the Siren had come through in the end with her soft words gracing the Double's ears as his long and thin fingers curled around the simple handle.<br/><br/><strong>"H-Huh"</strong>He was caught off guard, So much his usual cocky tone was penetrated by his normal southern accent that he hid so well. He cleared his throat frantically trying to get back into character and relented the light grip he had on the door.<strong>"You're not feeling too well, Sugar-cube?"</strong>He said raising a brow with a slight crackle to his voice as he slipped back into his usual Jack-like tone. She had never called him 'Dad' before. But he was too over the moon that he had 'Managed to trick her' that he didn't even stop to think about why she was calling him these names.<br/><br/><strong>"If you weren't feeling so well you should have just said so, Baby-doll"</strong>He moved away from the door and over towards her with his arms outstretched.<strong>"Anything for my baby girl. If there anything in particular that you wanted me to read to you? But shouldn't we get you fixed up, Girl?"</strong>Now he couldn't stop with the southern nicknames that his usual self was fighting for control of his body. The chip in the back of his head started to buzz at the fact it was picking up independent thought and personality pushing through.<br/><br/>His eye twitched as it started it's 'behaviour controlling protocols by releasing a small electrostatic shock right into his brain causing his face to contort and his words to stutter.<br/><br/><strong>"S-S-Shhh- Should I c-call a doctor?"</strong>He said twitching lightly again.