He can't help but wonder if that was what Jacobi had refused to tell him, about their fight. His lips press thin for a moment, and he lets himself settle against Eiffel's shoulder again, doesn't object to the hand rubbing his back.

"Don't go back unless you do come up with a way to change it," he says, and then, trying to lighten the mood a little, "I understood everything that man said. He really wasn't you."