If it is hard to watch Eliot, Jean can't even imagine what it's like to be Eliot.

"Mm, I don't know if you would get along." he says, lighting another cigarette for himself. "Too many sharp edges."

It is not the first time that Jean has been the source of envy, but Eliot seems too burrowed in his own pain to treat him with the usual malice. Or maybe - and he is more and more certain of that with every passing moment - Eliot is simply a good person in his own way.

"Why don't you take a minute to sit down and dry yourself?" he asks casually. "There's bread. Any other culinary miracle you have in mind can wait until you finish your glass."

In Jean's experience, bread solves most problems.