[He listens, quietly, brow furrowed as he listens. His eyes flit between Harry and the space behind him, trying to process it. He's been shown how the detective's mind works, and he sympathizes with the sheer chaos that he witnessed. Even if he can't deal with it, he's gained...perhaps an understanding as to how the man's fragmented brain operates. It's a small piece of information, and still very difficult to wrap his own thoughts around it, but perhaps it's just as disorienting to Detective Du Bois as it is to him.
He's asking him a question. He can't possibly guess what it is. He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.]
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He's asking him a question. He can't possibly guess what it is. He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.]
Yes. What is it?