If Arthur had slipped into the right memory crack, he could've met the little scamp. Sweet, charming in an uncharismatic way, funny. A different person entirely.

"I'm sorry," Ossie's voice has a veneer on it not dissimilar to a well-polished piece of furniture, "I meant only to sympathize. To- to express my solidarity, that you aren't... alone."

...

"I should go get some tea."