"La Maupin"

Leaving the opera was difficult, yes. I never like to leave Alois, even for a hiatus like this. Though, he and I both know I always return once the reason I left melts through my fingers like a candle. I can always trust him to spread oil between the creases in my palms to wipe the skin clean—get all that wax off of me. Hubris and burning wings, so it goes. Good man.