People will remember you [irc log with beingtwofold]
* Jekyll is obviously her prior to hideous traffic altercations with ...himself. And sort of dressed up today, because Hasi's thing! --which he is never getting to, um. ANYWAY, look, he has a glass of wine and is resplendently Jekyllian.
Jekyll: *here.
Jekyll: Not her. It wasn't that kind of traffic altercation.
* JackBenjamin comes in through the door like a normal person. He's actually dressed more casually than usual (button-down shirt and slacks), for the same reason as Henry. So it's kind of like meeting in the middle. He smiles when he sees the man. "Henry. You were supposed to let me buy you that drink," he teases.
Jekyll: "I did think of that, but then I remembered money is just a concept here." It's like...his favorite thing about the Nexus, what with being a scrillion dollars in debt. "You can buy me one at Tryst, I'm simply going to be more /lucid/ here." This is probably why he's drinking. Tryst scares him!
* JackBenjamin chuckles softly at that thought -- he still suspects Hasi's dancing has as much to do with it as anything. "Fair enough. You look good, by the way-- oh and speaking of which." He pulls a little box out of his pocket and drops it off in front of Henry, "To go with your suit," then continues on to the bar to get himself a drink.
* Jekyll eyes the little box with the bafflement of a person who rarely gives or receives tangible gifts. "Thank you," he starts automatically, because he is composed of politeness and hair (less hair now), "but what is this?" ...right, if he OPENS IT, he will probably find out. So he does that.
JackBenjamin: "Just something I picked up." Jack is just going to give you things sometimes, Henry, roll with it. Today it is....cufflinks! Little silver ones shaped like caffeine molecules. He absolutely did go out and get them as a congratulations gift, and he will deny it forever. But he probably would have picked them up for Henry at some point regardless, so.
Jekyll: "....Jack." Henry's face splits into a huge, delighted grin, which has the interesting effect of making him look about five years younger. "These are brilliant, and I mean that in the literal sense." They will give him /so much/ nerd credibility at interviews! "I'm only sorry they won't get immediate use tonight."
Jekyll: Since his shirt is basically a glorified thermal and has no place for cufflinks.
* Harvestman enters. His clothes are clean, but he could yet again use a shower. Oh, and there's still blood smeared around his mouth. Hey there, Stigmata.
JackBenjamin: "So long as you use them eventually -- this is all part of my evil plan to get you into more suits." He gets himself a glass of wine, and-- pauses, staring at the new guy. Er. "Hello." Hi, he remembers you being...less bloody, sir.
Harvestman: "Hey." Harvestman's level of bloodiness does not seem to bother him a bit. He goes to retrieve a napkin to wipe it off, though. And get... er, more blood, because that's what he uses Stigmata for, really.
* Jekyll has never met Harvestman, and because his mun is terrible, says faintly, "You've, ah--got red on you."
Jekyll: Meanwhile: "I have every intention. I do have /some/ prospects, I've just ...elected to take a few days off. For possibly the first time since I started college."
* Harvestman looks at Jekyll, amused, wiping it off in a thoroughly ineffective manner. "I noticed, thanks."
Jekyll: He's not kidding, sob.
* JackBenjamin finds a seat near Henry, and hopefully not near Harvestman. Sorry dude, you smell and Jack is an aristocratic ponce. To Henry, "I may die of shock. What are you going to do with yourself?" On this vacation, that is.
* Rose is both conspicuously fresh from the shower, her hair still damp and therefore curling, and free of bloodstains. These things: connected. She's also dressed relatively modestly in a sweater and skirt, hooray!
* Rose also...only makes a very slight face at recognizing Harvestman, and goes to find a spot a fair distance away.
* Jekyll kind of sidewaysfaces, because what he is going to do - or what he intends to do, sob - is hang out with Hasi. A lot. "I--am not going to pretend not to be obvious about that."
Harvestman: Nobody likes him, sob. Just... kidding, he is going to get himself some blood and pop it into the microwave with a smirk.
* Harvestman will, once his blood is all nice and hot, drink it in a sloppy manner. Look, a blood mustache! To go with... his other one. ...Yeah.
* Rose is mature enough to stick her tongue out at Harvestman when she thinks he's not looking. That's just gross, have some manners.
* Harvestman sees you there, Rose, and takes it as an invitation to sit close enough where you can smell him. It's a little less garbage, a little more recent sex today, don't you just feel blessed by his presence?
* JackBenjamin grins and takes a drink of his wine. "You're adorable, Henry." A pause. He makes a face at his glass. "...You know, if we're going to drink wine, we can do better. Come on." He just...gets up and expects Henry to follow. What.
* Rose_ wrinkles her nose at Harvestman. "Do you want a /straw/?"
Harvestman: "Do I look like a flea?" He gets a napkin and gets rid of it, though. :| You are no fun, Rose.
* Jekyll totally goes with Jack, clearly, because social norms dictate as such.
* Jekyll and Jack are followed by a mysterious presence. Not really.
* JackBenjamin leads Henry into a side room, where there is in fact all the wine in the world-- no actually just a few bottles on a table with little gold butterflies embossed on the labels. "I'm gradually exporting my father's wine cellar." :3
Jekyll: "Have you met Martel?" inquires Henry, because he has, and they spent a while trolling each other about wine. "He would be interested in this. Which isn't to say that I'm not--what is the butterfly?"
JackBenjamin: "I haven't -- actually I started this for Alexander, who is also a connoisseur." So many wine drinkers around! Anyway. He taps the bottle. "Gilboa's national crest." Does Henry need to hear the butterfly story?
* Jekyll does, instantly please. "Aren't those generally more about striking fear into the hearts of potential enemies?" He's ...a bitter liberal.
* JackBenjamin rolls his eyes a little, friendly-like. "Our armies do that well enough on their own. The crest is about faith." He needs a glass of wine if he's going to do this, though; time to pour his old glass in the trash and refill it. He gestures to Henry's glass, too. "I suppose I need practice telling this story anyway. Promise you'll tell me how it sounds, I'll have to do this in front of people soon enough."
* Jekyll accepts your superior wine, thank you Jack. Despite the fact that he has waaay less knowledge base. "I'll do my best to be objective." Presumably he then also locates like...a chair. To sit backwards on, like a guy.
JackBenjamin: It isn't the right atmosphere for a full-fledged speech, in some side room over wine, but he can't tell the story without some sense of gravity. "When my father first came upon the ruins of what would become our capital, there was nothing. A blackened husk of a city ravaged by decades of war."
JackBenjamin: "He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he saw before him a city of light, alive and thriving in glass and steel, the streets filled with people working together toward a common goal. He saw peace across the land, the myriad factions as one nation, united under one king. And when he looked up, a great swarm of butterflies had gathered, floating around him like leaves in a storm. They landed soft upon his head, adorning him as if a living crown. It was God's signal to lead."
* Jekyll is trying to imagine the government led by this, and failing. "Do you believe that?" It's less accusatory than it looks in text, promise. He is curious, because this is just ...SO deeply different from his own experience of how leaders are chosen.
* JackBenjamin considers a moment, over his wine. "In twenty years, my father took three squabbling, war-torn kingdoms and turned them into the seventh largest economy in the world. People were starving and dying in the streets and today they have healthcare, a seventy-five-year life expectancy, and the lowest infant mortality rate. He didn't do that alone." God helped.
* JackBenjamin ...could have just said 'yes', but you've got him going on the speeches, Henry.
* Jekyll listens, noting absently how much /younger/ Jack is; he cannot imagine this much weight on his shoulders, or the faith to stand up under it. (But he will, at least the first.) "It's an interesting dichotomy. Our presidents- our government in general, we have invested so much in the idea of checks and balances that sometimes it seems we spend all our time talking and never doing."
JackBenjamin: "Mn. A king can talk less and do more-- but there are no checks on his power, and that... well, that can become a problem." He shakes his head and takes a drink of his wine. That's a can of worms he probably shouldn't open, even here.
* Jekyll nods, wry. "That's our history, I don't know if you know. Breaking out from under the tyrannical rule of a monarch, etc etc." The lift of his glass is sardonic. "Present company excluded from all such description, of course."
* JackBenjamin smirks, "Thanks. I do hope to avoid playing the tyrant when I have my crown." A beat. "When your people rebelled, was it violent?"
Jekyll: "It was, although- the French outdid us in that respect." He rolls his glass in his hands, shifting to sit a little more sanely on the chair if they're going to discuss this in depth, such as his high school history is. "And then we choose to rebel against ourselves not long after, that was more so."
JackBenjamin: "Your- civil war, was that the one? Brody mentioned that to me once, though in retrospect I'm...not certain he is the best conduit for accurate information."
* Jekyll chuckles, a dark little sound interestingly reminiscent of someone else Jack knows. "He's occasionally startlingly insightful. But yes, the Civil War. I think in some ways it's never really stopped, it's just that now we fight on talk shows and and in courtrooms instead of shooting each other."
* JackBenjamin narrows his eyes a little at Henry and smiles, bemused. As an unapologetic cynic, he has to appreciate the same in Henry, but it's a little odd too. "Of course. People just aren't themselves without a chance to attack their fellow man. Change has never happened /peacefully/ in Gilboa's history, I don't know about yours."
Jekyll: "Not in anyone's, I suppose. Certainly not mine. Change is always- a struggle." Like ....you know, with one's alter ego and stuff. OH RIGHT, no one knows about that. Awesome. "It's something I /could/ change, though, you know. The work I do won't always be restricted to a specific sort of illness."
* JackBenjamin is reminded why he loves Jekyll's brain. "That's an incredible thing to imagine, Henry. If one day your work could make us better, all of us..." He huffs, self-concious half an instant about his stupid dreamy smile, but Henry's supreme confidence gives him hope when he has so little. "When I'm king, I'll be able to siphon money into mysterious hidden funds for you." >:3 Ethics, what.
Jekyll: "Then I suppose I'll dream in my garage until that day comes." Ethics are dumb, and- no, he is fine. Everything is fine. "It isn't a day I expect to see myself, of course, but just to set the wheels in motion- that would be enough." He could live with that.
* JackBenjamin nods, honestly understanding there. "It's enough to have begun it. To have made your mark." A little smile. "You will, Henry, you're too brilliant not to. A hundred years from now I expect scientific discoveries to continue wafting out from your grave."
Jekyll: "That's- quite an image." But he laughs, too, because this is his whole life, sans the parts of it that are slowly steadily becoming infiltrated by Hasi. "By the same token, I should say- your speech sounds like you love it. Your country, I mean, the- idea, the things it represents. And that's important, because I remember- the things it asks of you aren't always easy."
Jekyll: "So I think when you're King, people will remember you." ....... ;_____________;
* JackBenjamin looks incredibly vulnerable for an instant; he says these things to other people, but people don't say them /back/ (not honestly, not since Joseph--) "Thank you, I... I hope so." There, a smile, like this is totally normal. "Don't tell me that too often, though, my ego will never deflate."
Jekyll: "You may be in some trouble there already." He recognizes it, you see.
* JackBenjamin grins and kicks at Jekyll under the table. (Gently. Sorta.) "You just wait until I start referring to myself in the third person." Just like Dad! Fun times there.
* Jekyll blinks at him, like 'did you really just,' because he is the most boring old man, and in university culture people don't KICK each other. They just start vicious rumors. "Isn't there some plural pronoun you're supposed to use? As though there are several of you, for no reason I can understand."
* JackBenjamin is secretly twelve, underneath all that angst and the weight of the world. "The royal 'we,' yes, because the king is the country personified--twenty million egos in one. Which sounds uncomfortable, really, never let me go that far off the deep end."
* Jekyll is secretly 80 years old, please inject fun into him. OH WAIT. "I will certainly do my best." ....really, he can say from experience that two is hard enough.
JackBenjamin: "Good man." He raises his glass to Henry and takes a drink. "So, we keep talking about me, and as much as I could do that forever... you haven't told me about you. And perhaps Hasi." Your personal life, Henry, it exists and Jack is so proud. :3
Jekyll: Henry actually presses his lips together and looks somewhere under the table, as though this could in any way conceal the 50 trillion watt smile threatening to explode and cover everyone in a shower of little pink and red hearts. Like Valentine's Day exploded. "Hasi is amazing."
Jekyll: Because he is not ....the guy who dissembles about this, at all. And interestingly he has a lot less trouble talking about her than he does himself, possibly because he likes her better. "But you knew that, I think. We've got- things sorted now, if that's what you mean." OMG. you're DATING, Henry. It's so cute.
JackBenjamin: "'Sorted,' hm." Eyebrow-bobbing here. Because Jack is the guy who makes suggestive expressions about your sex life as if it is the most entertaining thing ever. Thankfully he is not the guy who asks about it directly. "Good, she's a very special lady. Don't screw it up." Because he is still a mite protective of Hasi, what.
Jekyll: *here.
Jekyll: Not her. It wasn't that kind of traffic altercation.
* JackBenjamin comes in through the door like a normal person. He's actually dressed more casually than usual (button-down shirt and slacks), for the same reason as Henry. So it's kind of like meeting in the middle. He smiles when he sees the man. "Henry. You were supposed to let me buy you that drink," he teases.
Jekyll: "I did think of that, but then I remembered money is just a concept here." It's like...his favorite thing about the Nexus, what with being a scrillion dollars in debt. "You can buy me one at Tryst, I'm simply going to be more /lucid/ here." This is probably why he's drinking. Tryst scares him!
* JackBenjamin chuckles softly at that thought -- he still suspects Hasi's dancing has as much to do with it as anything. "Fair enough. You look good, by the way-- oh and speaking of which." He pulls a little box out of his pocket and drops it off in front of Henry, "To go with your suit," then continues on to the bar to get himself a drink.
* Jekyll eyes the little box with the bafflement of a person who rarely gives or receives tangible gifts. "Thank you," he starts automatically, because he is composed of politeness and hair (less hair now), "but what is this?" ...right, if he OPENS IT, he will probably find out. So he does that.
JackBenjamin: "Just something I picked up." Jack is just going to give you things sometimes, Henry, roll with it. Today it is....cufflinks! Little silver ones shaped like caffeine molecules. He absolutely did go out and get them as a congratulations gift, and he will deny it forever. But he probably would have picked them up for Henry at some point regardless, so.
Jekyll: "....Jack." Henry's face splits into a huge, delighted grin, which has the interesting effect of making him look about five years younger. "These are brilliant, and I mean that in the literal sense." They will give him /so much/ nerd credibility at interviews! "I'm only sorry they won't get immediate use tonight."
Jekyll: Since his shirt is basically a glorified thermal and has no place for cufflinks.
* Harvestman enters. His clothes are clean, but he could yet again use a shower. Oh, and there's still blood smeared around his mouth. Hey there, Stigmata.
JackBenjamin: "So long as you use them eventually -- this is all part of my evil plan to get you into more suits." He gets himself a glass of wine, and-- pauses, staring at the new guy. Er. "Hello." Hi, he remembers you being...less bloody, sir.
Harvestman: "Hey." Harvestman's level of bloodiness does not seem to bother him a bit. He goes to retrieve a napkin to wipe it off, though. And get... er, more blood, because that's what he uses Stigmata for, really.
* Jekyll has never met Harvestman, and because his mun is terrible, says faintly, "You've, ah--got red on you."
Jekyll: Meanwhile: "I have every intention. I do have /some/ prospects, I've just ...elected to take a few days off. For possibly the first time since I started college."
* Harvestman looks at Jekyll, amused, wiping it off in a thoroughly ineffective manner. "I noticed, thanks."
Jekyll: He's not kidding, sob.
* JackBenjamin finds a seat near Henry, and hopefully not near Harvestman. Sorry dude, you smell and Jack is an aristocratic ponce. To Henry, "I may die of shock. What are you going to do with yourself?" On this vacation, that is.
* Rose is both conspicuously fresh from the shower, her hair still damp and therefore curling, and free of bloodstains. These things: connected. She's also dressed relatively modestly in a sweater and skirt, hooray!
* Rose also...only makes a very slight face at recognizing Harvestman, and goes to find a spot a fair distance away.
* Jekyll kind of sidewaysfaces, because what he is going to do - or what he intends to do, sob - is hang out with Hasi. A lot. "I--am not going to pretend not to be obvious about that."
Harvestman: Nobody likes him, sob. Just... kidding, he is going to get himself some blood and pop it into the microwave with a smirk.
* Harvestman will, once his blood is all nice and hot, drink it in a sloppy manner. Look, a blood mustache! To go with... his other one. ...Yeah.
* Rose is mature enough to stick her tongue out at Harvestman when she thinks he's not looking. That's just gross, have some manners.
* Harvestman sees you there, Rose, and takes it as an invitation to sit close enough where you can smell him. It's a little less garbage, a little more recent sex today, don't you just feel blessed by his presence?
* JackBenjamin grins and takes a drink of his wine. "You're adorable, Henry." A pause. He makes a face at his glass. "...You know, if we're going to drink wine, we can do better. Come on." He just...gets up and expects Henry to follow. What.
* Rose_ wrinkles her nose at Harvestman. "Do you want a /straw/?"
Harvestman: "Do I look like a flea?" He gets a napkin and gets rid of it, though. :| You are no fun, Rose.
* Jekyll totally goes with Jack, clearly, because social norms dictate as such.
* Jekyll and Jack are followed by a mysterious presence. Not really.
* JackBenjamin leads Henry into a side room, where there is in fact all the wine in the world-- no actually just a few bottles on a table with little gold butterflies embossed on the labels. "I'm gradually exporting my father's wine cellar." :3
Jekyll: "Have you met Martel?" inquires Henry, because he has, and they spent a while trolling each other about wine. "He would be interested in this. Which isn't to say that I'm not--what is the butterfly?"
JackBenjamin: "I haven't -- actually I started this for Alexander, who is also a connoisseur." So many wine drinkers around! Anyway. He taps the bottle. "Gilboa's national crest." Does Henry need to hear the butterfly story?
* Jekyll does, instantly please. "Aren't those generally more about striking fear into the hearts of potential enemies?" He's ...a bitter liberal.
* JackBenjamin rolls his eyes a little, friendly-like. "Our armies do that well enough on their own. The crest is about faith." He needs a glass of wine if he's going to do this, though; time to pour his old glass in the trash and refill it. He gestures to Henry's glass, too. "I suppose I need practice telling this story anyway. Promise you'll tell me how it sounds, I'll have to do this in front of people soon enough."
* Jekyll accepts your superior wine, thank you Jack. Despite the fact that he has waaay less knowledge base. "I'll do my best to be objective." Presumably he then also locates like...a chair. To sit backwards on, like a guy.
JackBenjamin: It isn't the right atmosphere for a full-fledged speech, in some side room over wine, but he can't tell the story without some sense of gravity. "When my father first came upon the ruins of what would become our capital, there was nothing. A blackened husk of a city ravaged by decades of war."
JackBenjamin: "He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he saw before him a city of light, alive and thriving in glass and steel, the streets filled with people working together toward a common goal. He saw peace across the land, the myriad factions as one nation, united under one king. And when he looked up, a great swarm of butterflies had gathered, floating around him like leaves in a storm. They landed soft upon his head, adorning him as if a living crown. It was God's signal to lead."
* Jekyll is trying to imagine the government led by this, and failing. "Do you believe that?" It's less accusatory than it looks in text, promise. He is curious, because this is just ...SO deeply different from his own experience of how leaders are chosen.
* JackBenjamin considers a moment, over his wine. "In twenty years, my father took three squabbling, war-torn kingdoms and turned them into the seventh largest economy in the world. People were starving and dying in the streets and today they have healthcare, a seventy-five-year life expectancy, and the lowest infant mortality rate. He didn't do that alone." God helped.
* JackBenjamin ...could have just said 'yes', but you've got him going on the speeches, Henry.
* Jekyll listens, noting absently how much /younger/ Jack is; he cannot imagine this much weight on his shoulders, or the faith to stand up under it. (But he will, at least the first.) "It's an interesting dichotomy. Our presidents- our government in general, we have invested so much in the idea of checks and balances that sometimes it seems we spend all our time talking and never doing."
JackBenjamin: "Mn. A king can talk less and do more-- but there are no checks on his power, and that... well, that can become a problem." He shakes his head and takes a drink of his wine. That's a can of worms he probably shouldn't open, even here.
* Jekyll nods, wry. "That's our history, I don't know if you know. Breaking out from under the tyrannical rule of a monarch, etc etc." The lift of his glass is sardonic. "Present company excluded from all such description, of course."
* JackBenjamin smirks, "Thanks. I do hope to avoid playing the tyrant when I have my crown." A beat. "When your people rebelled, was it violent?"
Jekyll: "It was, although- the French outdid us in that respect." He rolls his glass in his hands, shifting to sit a little more sanely on the chair if they're going to discuss this in depth, such as his high school history is. "And then we choose to rebel against ourselves not long after, that was more so."
JackBenjamin: "Your- civil war, was that the one? Brody mentioned that to me once, though in retrospect I'm...not certain he is the best conduit for accurate information."
* Jekyll chuckles, a dark little sound interestingly reminiscent of someone else Jack knows. "He's occasionally startlingly insightful. But yes, the Civil War. I think in some ways it's never really stopped, it's just that now we fight on talk shows and and in courtrooms instead of shooting each other."
* JackBenjamin narrows his eyes a little at Henry and smiles, bemused. As an unapologetic cynic, he has to appreciate the same in Henry, but it's a little odd too. "Of course. People just aren't themselves without a chance to attack their fellow man. Change has never happened /peacefully/ in Gilboa's history, I don't know about yours."
Jekyll: "Not in anyone's, I suppose. Certainly not mine. Change is always- a struggle." Like ....you know, with one's alter ego and stuff. OH RIGHT, no one knows about that. Awesome. "It's something I /could/ change, though, you know. The work I do won't always be restricted to a specific sort of illness."
* JackBenjamin is reminded why he loves Jekyll's brain. "That's an incredible thing to imagine, Henry. If one day your work could make us better, all of us..." He huffs, self-concious half an instant about his stupid dreamy smile, but Henry's supreme confidence gives him hope when he has so little. "When I'm king, I'll be able to siphon money into mysterious hidden funds for you." >:3 Ethics, what.
Jekyll: "Then I suppose I'll dream in my garage until that day comes." Ethics are dumb, and- no, he is fine. Everything is fine. "It isn't a day I expect to see myself, of course, but just to set the wheels in motion- that would be enough." He could live with that.
* JackBenjamin nods, honestly understanding there. "It's enough to have begun it. To have made your mark." A little smile. "You will, Henry, you're too brilliant not to. A hundred years from now I expect scientific discoveries to continue wafting out from your grave."
Jekyll: "That's- quite an image." But he laughs, too, because this is his whole life, sans the parts of it that are slowly steadily becoming infiltrated by Hasi. "By the same token, I should say- your speech sounds like you love it. Your country, I mean, the- idea, the things it represents. And that's important, because I remember- the things it asks of you aren't always easy."
Jekyll: "So I think when you're King, people will remember you." ....... ;_____________;
* JackBenjamin looks incredibly vulnerable for an instant; he says these things to other people, but people don't say them /back/ (not honestly, not since Joseph--) "Thank you, I... I hope so." There, a smile, like this is totally normal. "Don't tell me that too often, though, my ego will never deflate."
Jekyll: "You may be in some trouble there already." He recognizes it, you see.
* JackBenjamin grins and kicks at Jekyll under the table. (Gently. Sorta.) "You just wait until I start referring to myself in the third person." Just like Dad! Fun times there.
* Jekyll blinks at him, like 'did you really just,' because he is the most boring old man, and in university culture people don't KICK each other. They just start vicious rumors. "Isn't there some plural pronoun you're supposed to use? As though there are several of you, for no reason I can understand."
* JackBenjamin is secretly twelve, underneath all that angst and the weight of the world. "The royal 'we,' yes, because the king is the country personified--twenty million egos in one. Which sounds uncomfortable, really, never let me go that far off the deep end."
* Jekyll is secretly 80 years old, please inject fun into him. OH WAIT. "I will certainly do my best." ....really, he can say from experience that two is hard enough.
JackBenjamin: "Good man." He raises his glass to Henry and takes a drink. "So, we keep talking about me, and as much as I could do that forever... you haven't told me about you. And perhaps Hasi." Your personal life, Henry, it exists and Jack is so proud. :3
Jekyll: Henry actually presses his lips together and looks somewhere under the table, as though this could in any way conceal the 50 trillion watt smile threatening to explode and cover everyone in a shower of little pink and red hearts. Like Valentine's Day exploded. "Hasi is amazing."
Jekyll: Because he is not ....the guy who dissembles about this, at all. And interestingly he has a lot less trouble talking about her than he does himself, possibly because he likes her better. "But you knew that, I think. We've got- things sorted now, if that's what you mean." OMG. you're DATING, Henry. It's so cute.
JackBenjamin: "'Sorted,' hm." Eyebrow-bobbing here. Because Jack is the guy who makes suggestive expressions about your sex life as if it is the most entertaining thing ever. Thankfully he is not the guy who asks about it directly. "Good, she's a very special lady. Don't screw it up." Because he is still a mite protective of Hasi, what.