[ Enouch sounds so damn happy, so jovial and friendly that it's hard to stay completely guarded. There's less caution in his movements when he takes a few small steps closer. ]

I... wanna be happy for you, b-but, you know there has to be a twist. A catch. Something. You're a living gooman, Enoch. And what about the rest...

[ The thought trails off as he trips the invisible threshold and the wave of dizziness hits. Rhys stumbles forward, practically INTO the puddle that is his friend. ]