Jen cocks her head slightly, staring back at him for a moment. It always felt a little odd, standing face to face with these other incarnations, like a distorted fun house mirror; still a reflection of yourself, but twisted into something unrecognizable.
“Lost in thought, Jonathan?” she softly murmurs.
He gives her a cautious smile and then looks away. He tries to find something to add to that, but words aren’t his strong suit at the moment. “You know… You really remind me of my mother”, he says finally and glances at her again, catching the first expression that appears on her face when the words come out of his mouth.
His cautious smile was met with hers in reassurance. “I’ll be fine…but thank you for that.” Such a dear fellow, he could be.
Giving a half-chuckle with a shrug toward Delion’s fate, Ce could neither condemn nor condone. He was a bitter man with a chip on his shoulder with a grudge that might have never been resolved, and a soul unfit for a demon’s palate despite being an easy contract. Until his time, she had little opinion.
“Did you get a haircut, by the way? It looks nice.”
“Umh, yeah, I had to”, Crane said and chuckled a bit. “I’m very bad at taking care of my hair so, obviously it was just a big mess. Amy has taken the habit of sorting it out and brushing it. One day she just grabbed the scissors and half of it was gone.”
“But you look… well. Good. You look good.”
“Amy wants me to buy her a toucan.”