[As he listens, Eliot moves the pocket watch into his hands: He's just been letting it float above them for now. With the watch safely held, Eliot only opens and closes the lid. Again: Using physical distractions to interrupt his memories as much as possible.]

Hmmm... That so? Then you do understand, just a bit. Living without those people is as much fun as you're imagining.

[His green gaze follows the wine as she moves it away. He can't very well drink it while upside-down, but it was tempting. The memories just bring heartache, and he hates when they make him miserable. It's easier to get lost in the happy memories when he isn't thinking logically.]

I don't know how you do it. Carrying love for all of these people sucks. I married them like they were "the only one," but it turns out they weren't. Makes me wonder how 'true' that love was at all.

[Eliot pauses. Maybe he's being a bit too giving with his secrets. So he closes the pocket watch one last time and sighs. The sound of him turning the pocket watch dial fills a brief silence.]

Enough of me. I'm out. I don't want to be 'awake' anymore.