He wiggled his fingers around beside his head, the words were stuck in there. As they traveled through, his words just became little excerpts of his whole thought. It made sense to him, but to others it was just jibberish. Stanzi might be better than most at figuring out that puzzle.
"Everything is heavy," his lips became a pout as he tapped his chest just where his heart was. "I'm torn in two, and now I'm all alone." He cut the air with his hand and proceeded to drink his wine. He loved two women and now he had neither one. He was abandoned to his own magical world with no one to share it with. Worse were the demons of doubt we're starting to creep in. He had failed again.