[ There's hurt in his expression initially, when he looks at Bastien - and his hurt is no doubt a painful thing to look at, his red-rimmed eyes going a little darker still, and then him flinchingly looking towards the door. There's no doubt, indeed, that Bastien holds his heart in his hands, and that the poor paper-thin thing doesn't hold up well to prodding.

But he doesn't run away. Instead he's quiet a moment. And evidently, his thoughts go to the same place as Bastien's - or maybe they've been there already - because what he asks is: ]

Might I be...going mad? You would tell me. If it seemed it. If people disagreed with me, in truth, because I was speaking nonsense.