Shhh. No one is looking. Even if you don’t have it under control it’s all right. Nothing will happen.

[the inner lids on his eyes slide shut in deference to Lethe’s ask, though. he can still see him hazily through them but his eyes do look more or less closed now

man Minuet’s corpse is still just like, in this scene. this day is rapidly more tragicomedy surreal]