He's not coming on to her. Really, or at least he doesn't think he is; she confuses him and always has. Memory loss or not, that doesn't change the fact that he still knows everything he knew when he woke up this morning.
"Or maybe it needs the music."
The fact that he's never once seen a butterfly of any sort even once in his year and a half here doesn't stop him from thinking it's possible. After all, he's... dead, and he's still here: why not a butterfly? Especially the prettiest one she's ever seen?
They can have both. "Move over a little, Faye. I promise, I'm not going to do anything but play the sax lying down. Maybe I'll get to see the butterfly that way too." The weight of the whole situation fatigues him, but it's got to be nothing in comparison to what she's going through.
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He's not coming on to her. Really, or at least he doesn't think he is; she confuses him and always has. Memory loss or not, that doesn't change the fact that he still knows everything he knew when he woke up this morning.
"Or maybe it needs the music."
The fact that he's never once seen a butterfly of any sort even once in his year and a half here doesn't stop him from thinking it's possible. After all, he's... dead, and he's still here: why not a butterfly? Especially the prettiest one she's ever seen?
They can have both. "Move over a little, Faye. I promise, I'm not going to do anything but play the sax lying down. Maybe I'll get to see the butterfly that way too." The weight of the whole situation fatigues him, but it's got to be nothing in comparison to what she's going through.