[ They can fall asleep next to him, but-- they don't want to, they want to keep him up and hear him talk, tell him stories, it's just-- these things don't come out, the way Siffrin wants them to. Hopeless little secrets. ]

... I've liked him since... he came to see me, that Monday.

[ After the timeloop reveal, the exhaustive talk. Siffrin plucks at the grass, half-buried in the snow. Even if they'd lashed out, he hadn't... left, he'd stayed and talked things out with them. Wanted to understand, wanted to hear, and it was so--

He exhales softly, wistfully. ]

Um. I do... kind of like people pretty easily, just as far as making friends go... but he kept reaching out, and... we got along well. That night, before Shiv died, we talked until it was lights' out. You know, the magic one.

[ The forced one. ]

It just sort of... collapsed. In on itself. When he came to visit me in the mirror hall.