[ ed and his cutesy, blushy, full deniability hair flip is preciously charming, and jerry suddenly inspired to immortalize it in cross stitch. he gets to work while they discuss the merits of art therapy. ]

Yeah, dude, sometimes you gotta bundle those struggles up into something punchable, and Stone Cold Steve Austin stun it.

[ tugging some bifocals out of his sea-tussled mess of hair, jerry perches them on his nose and holds up his needle to ed, closing one eye and putting a thumb a centimeter down the needle like an artist taking scale with a pencil. ]

'Cause think about it - the thing that hurt you then isn't what's hurting you now. It's memory and your neurobiology dragging you back over the same shit trying to suss out why the road's broke. [ jerry rambles while he stitches, his float aimlessly wobbling around edward. ] So, you put it in an external vehicle - your epic kraken battle - and let your pastel gothic grunge kawaii little hippocampus finish the loop. Suplex it's lily ass and replace with that good healing love story juju.

[ jerry's bullshit doesn't always end up having a legitimately nice message, but occasionally, he stumbles drunkenly into one. ]

You arted truth to power, my cephalopodic broseidon.