( Pouring Bradley a drink in his bedroom in his apartment and taking a sip of his own glass... He's probably been drinking a lil harder lately, because stress. The room's still got all the default furniture the apartment came with, so it's kind of uncomfortable for Nero to exist in - but this bed's way comfier than the thin bed he had back in the manor.

He glances at Brad, not sure how to broach this topic. Does he know... No way, he's not the type... But also... Like... He can't be cursed with this knowledge alone...??? )

... Hey, you read the network? On the magi-tech thing they gave us. ( The phones, he means. ) Like, where different people post up messages and stuff.