[A bit lost in his own thought, he doesn't direct his attention to Jean until the boy speaks. That's when he turns to see who approached him. His eyes widen for a second, then narrow in an almost suspicious manner. The resemblance to Jean is uncanny, but impossible regardless. It's been over fifteen years since his friend looked like that. He raises a steady hand to his cigar, removing it from his mouth before he speaks.]
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If this is a joke, I'm not laughing.