[ There's something kind of weirdly comforting about the way Aiden talks. He sounds like home, and fuck if Jeff doesn't need that right now, lost in a Tommy Bahama in the middle of a haunted cruise ship that may or may not be some kind of vessel to the afterlife. (Look, the theory's a work in progress.)
This is the closest he's come to feeling normal since he woke up here. ]
1955? Dude... That jacket's old enough to be my dad! [ Talk about a vintage find. ] Right on.
[ Does he believe in magic? Does he believe in magic? Jeff can't help it, he laughs as soon as he processes the question. It's a sound of pure delight, because it just so happens: magic's his absolute most favorite thing in the entire, like, known universe. ]
Why, you've got a trick to show me?
[ There's something playful in his voice, like even entertaining the notion that magic might not exist is just an inside joke between him and this totally mysterious guy he's only just met. ]
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This is the closest he's come to feeling normal since he woke up here. ]
1955? Dude... That jacket's old enough to be my dad! [ Talk about a vintage find. ] Right on.
[ Does he believe in magic? Does he believe in magic? Jeff can't help it, he laughs as soon as he processes the question. It's a sound of pure delight, because it just so happens: magic's his absolute most favorite thing in the entire, like, known universe. ]
Why, you've got a trick to show me?
[ There's something playful in his voice, like even entertaining the notion that magic might not exist is just an inside joke between him and this totally mysterious guy he's only just met. ]