You are so smart. [ Cecil says, a little dreamlike, as if he had forgotten. Oh, he's missed Jonathan's logic. And Jonathan's everything. He has missed him a lot, the way you miss a familiar place from your childhood, or a debilitating infection, or a vital organ. Like missing a piece of something intangible, but precious. ]

Don't worry. I do that all the time. The weather is only two and a half minutes, but it will loop and play again and again until I decide to come back. I'm usually gone for an hour or two. No one seems to mind.