It doesn't matter. It's ridiculous now -- all of it is. I've been trying to make a joke of whatever's happening with Laertes, just so it can exist -- so that even if it isn't real, I can still talk about it and laugh about it as if it were. The more ridiculous it sounds, playing husband and wife or characters from a Gothic horror, the better off it is, because then it won't risk being true. Nothing feels true -- nothing that isn't about murder, or vengeance, or regicide, or rebellion -- and everything else is ridiculous. Untruths are better off. But for a moment I ... *curling his fingers, to keep from shaking -- it's harder, now, everything is so hard -- and looking up with a perfect, teasing smile* ... You know something? Those spectacles are adorable on you. Whenever I see them, I want to kiss the bridge of your nose and fix them for you. I think it's because they always need to be fixed.