"He's learning all the time. It's sublime. What a mind. He's reading files, books and papers. Better than idly just inhaling his vapors. He's learning about patients, treatments and pills. I suppose it must offer him some thrills." Jervis smiled as he stayed slumped mostly against Jerome, twitching and fiddling. Since he came to Arkham, he had stopped self medicating and it had helped a lot. Hell, all therapy from Jonathan was good too.

Jon turned up not long after, a book in his hand as he approached his two friends. He sat down and then looked at Jervis again. "Oh. You're back. Hello, Mr Tetch. I'm glad you're not dead." He opened his book and then frowned. "I have a diagnosis for you, once you're ready."