[ No. He hasn't seen it. But with Jonah remembering ...
The scene shifts around them; the beaches recede, replaced by carpets that smell of mildew and salt. Barnacles cover those fogged windows as the waves crash somewhere outside. There ... is a chair here. An uncomfortable chair, alone in this uncomfortable house.
Somewhere, distantly, a familiar voice sobs. The compulsion can't penetrate the miasma of loneliness when Jonah's so far away from him. ]
Is that your plan? Love? That never works out.
[ He strides in behind Jonah, looking very pleased at the new surroundings. ]
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The scene shifts around them; the beaches recede, replaced by carpets that smell of mildew and salt. Barnacles cover those fogged windows as the waves crash somewhere outside. There ... is a chair here. An uncomfortable chair, alone in this uncomfortable house.
Somewhere, distantly, a familiar voice sobs. The compulsion can't penetrate the miasma of loneliness when Jonah's so far away from him. ]
Is that your plan? Love? That never works out.
[ He strides in behind Jonah, looking very pleased at the new surroundings. ]
Where is this?