"The memory of a skipped beat..." Got a ring to it. It could all be bullshit, a cold reading from a charlatan whose sense of fun has already proven to be so much sharper and meaner than Jeff's. But it sounds right-- no, that's not it. If feels right. Clicks into place, either because it speaks to some truth, or Jeff just wants it to.

It's all spoken in abstraction, and it works as an explanation.

"No shit, Escher?" He smiles, breathing out a soft laugh. Cheshire Smiles and crazy artists. Whether it's all bullshit or not, at least he's got some threads to follow, to see where they lead.

"Thanks. That, uh... That helps."