Jean-Paul laughs sourly. "Oh, did Gwen warn you about dying here? Because it happens a lot. I'm only on number two, myself, so I guess in total if we're counting our home universes it's only t'ree. I know someone on number six, and she has quite literally lost her head."
He holds open the coffee shop door for David. Even if Jean-Paul is being terribly insensitive and cynical, he does still like the guy, if only because he's well organised and reliable.
He orders - lattes for both of them - and takes a seat by the window. If he sees anyone he knows he very well may duck under the table. "I know you're not really a few days old," he concedes. It's his way of trying to make up for being a grump, perhaps. He looks out the window, expression carefully schooled to be still.
"I spent two years here," he marvels softly. "And I forgot it all. And now I'm back. This is he second time this sort of shit has happened to me. People here, they probably didn't even know I was gone, I was sort of in isolation..." He looks at David. "What does one even do in this situation? How are you supposed to react? Why am I glad YOU'RE here?"
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He holds open the coffee shop door for David. Even if Jean-Paul is being terribly insensitive and cynical, he does still like the guy, if only because he's well organised and reliable.
He orders - lattes for both of them - and takes a seat by the window. If he sees anyone he knows he very well may duck under the table. "I know you're not really a few days old," he concedes. It's his way of trying to make up for being a grump, perhaps. He looks out the window, expression carefully schooled to be still.
"I spent two years here," he marvels softly. "And I forgot it all. And now I'm back. This is he second time this sort of shit has happened to me. People here, they probably didn't even know I was gone, I was sort of in isolation..." He looks at David. "What does one even do in this situation? How are you supposed to react? Why am I glad YOU'RE here?"
He means it in a nice way. Really.