It is like a second death, isn't it? Losing him like that, remaining here while he's back home and acting the amnesiac to your time spent here. [Chilton grinned, briefly, his smile like a blade. Casually he waved over a waiter, fully prepared to take care of the full tab.] Tragic.

[He could always claim that he didn't say this out of unfettered cruelty; it wasn't as if Chilton had no romantic attachment inherent to this world, he was situated in a similar position. That was a comfortable fact to recline against.]

But I am glad we have been able to talk about this, Tobias. I think you have insight into the grander scheme of things. And a spirit of resilience, well, that is necessary. [The psychiatrist tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening for theatrical effect.]

It is rather difficult to teach resilience as a coping mechanism.

[And Chilton would not consider himself a teacher.]

You'll give me a call, won't you? If something... Flares up.

[He took his credit card out from the wallet in his breast pocket, surrendering it to the wait staffer.]

If anything gets too magical?