"Oh please, you´re mysterious and tragic enough." Jean comments as he stands up to inspect the kitchen counter, in search of anything to snack on before the meal is ready. The "attractive" part is purposefully left out, though it´s very absence is telling. "Life can be difficult, and terribly short." Sometimes too short. "The easier we take what´s left the better."

Letting out a small grateful sigh, Jean chews on some leftover bread and butter. A real feast. He partners it with another gulp of wine, even if he knows he should stay away from it.

"That's why one should always check the bottom before taking the leap." he looks down at his glass of wine, lips pressed in an apologetic sad smile as he bashfully avoids Eliot´s too clever eyes. With serene detachment, he accepts the fact that he is scared. That he has been positively terrified since he first found himself standing in the rain, staring at impossible rainbows. Truth in wine, isn't it. "I sincerely doubt you have...lost your touch. But have you ever heard of taking things slowly, Mr. Magician?"

The last sentence is pronounced as smoothly as the others, but there is also a touch of confusion and plea. There are too many variables happening at once, too many details he probably missed. And he hates how being insane forces him to connect what's happening to himself instead of taking a back seat and appreciating the surroundings and people for their own beauty.

It´s beyond overwhelming, really.