He's-- yeah, you could say that. [You could say a lot of things about Eliot, really.] We're from the same place? Back home? Not that we died together or anything, and I'm still not all that convinced that someone didn't make a mistake when they sent him here? But. Yes. So, we live together. And he gets things.

[That isn't so hard to follow, is it? Quentin sips his tea.]