Although he has no problem putting it away, it's been awhile since he'd let himself indulge at all like this. Still, as soon as the cube is finished, he sets the empty container onto his desk and sits back in his chair.

"An appropriate amount." Magnus rubs the bridge of his nose. "I'll need it."

It's not a permanent solution, but he needs... something. Talking to Rung has helped a little, and others who have come by.

He's far beyond the breaking point, though he'd never say it out loud.

"You're not having any?"