Bossuet is a horrible person. Joly aims a pillow at him the best he can, given that Joly is laughing to the point of tears now, before opting to just fall in Bossuet's general direction and then try to cover his face.
He's laughing too much, he knows he's laughing too much, but the idea of either of them actually planning a wedding is too much, and it's such a relief against the persistent feeling of wrongness (Alcmaeon is gone am I) after (the barricade the new king) everything.
(am I dead)
That thought, faint and out of place as it feels, does sober him up enough to make eye contact again, though he's still giggling. It's a confusing thought, not a painful one; he knows he's dead, he's been here for almost a year, all of them are here. And what do birds have to do with that?
"How much do you remember?" He's still smiling, but it's all right, it's all right! He can have a conversation now. If Bossuet isn't going to be terrible and set him laughing again.
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He's laughing too much, he knows he's laughing too much, but the idea of either of them actually planning a wedding is too much, and it's such a relief against the persistent feeling of wrongness (Alcmaeon is gone am I) after (the barricade the new king) everything.
(am I dead)
That thought, faint and out of place as it feels, does sober him up enough to make eye contact again, though he's still giggling. It's a confusing thought, not a painful one; he knows he's dead, he's been here for almost a year, all of them are here. And what do birds have to do with that?
"How much do you remember?" He's still smiling, but it's all right, it's all right! He can have a conversation now. If Bossuet isn't going to be terrible and set him laughing again.