Sylvie shifts her gaze when he mentions the costume, and Coop regrets having explained beyond a mention that Raleigh had been acting weird that day. Despite the fact that their relationship had ended years ago, he can't deny that it wouldn't make him flinch to know that Sylvie was interested in someone else.

It's selfish and hypocritical, he knows it, and that's why he would never admit it out loud. There's always going to be a part of him that loves Sylvie, no matter how hard he tries to bury it or ignore it; but she'd left him for a reason, and it's not one that he can do much about. The magic is a part of him in the same way his mind, heart, and soul are.

"Magic," he echoes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's not all bad, you know, I swear. This town's got a way of wringing out the worst parts of it. If what's happening with Raleigh does have to do with magic, it's sure as hell an evil kind, but we'll find a way to counter it."

It's not quite the promise he'd like to make but that doesn't make Coop any less certain of what he's said. Joel had carried a demon inside him for years and now, not only is it gone, he's happy with a husband and a baby. Following that logic, there's no way in hell they can't best what's got Raleigh acting like she's been possessed by a Mean Girl.

Coop rises from the couch, setting his beer on the table beside them before reaching out to gently rest his hand on Sylvie's arm.

"Sylvie," he says softly, offering what he hopes is a reassuring smile, "Ne t'inquiète pas. She'll be okay."