JW had folded his arms at this point and was drumming one set of fingers against his upper arm. He hoped it was only because of the weird alien artifact. It had to be. Jack seemed pretty stable. JW's own mental nonsense had been pretty evident from a young age, even if people in the 50's didn't know what to look for.

"Yeah, let's go with that. I barely remember the guy, to be honest--I've hung out with you way more."

He was silent for another beat. His eyes wandered the lavish living room, wandered over Assface who was grooming herself, over the lined and weary face of his friend. "But hey, if you ever start feeling weird up here," he pointed to his own temple. "I'unno. Maybe I can help? I, uh..."

How did you tell your best friend that you had one of the most stigmatized mental illnesses out there?

"I got some experience."