[Look. In his defense, there's a lot going on right now, and he turns himself into other people on a fairly regular basis. A twin brother situation is the...incredibly obvious explanation, if you were at all a reasonable person, and the realization dawns kind of visibly. He lifts a finger and gestures affirmatively and a shade sheepishly before getting back to cleaning off his hands. Right. Yes. Got it. Not without some awkwardness—]
...I understand. [The brother thing, obviously. Not...the dream thing. Not really, anyway, he's kind of just been...going with it. Gotten him through all his weird visions in the past. (Eventually. If not always entirely unscathed.)
He cants his head at her frank assessment of the situation, gives her a considering look and an arched brow. He's unarmed, for his part, at least visibly. But given the well-used armor he's wearing over and under his very cool captain-y coat, a familiarity with some weird battle is a good assumption. Taking it all in stride mostly works because he's learned it's the thing to do when he's feeling out of his depth—fake it til you make it, deal with the most immediate problem, figure things out from there.]
You're that sure I'm not just some— [He gestures widely with the now-bloodstained scarf crumpled in his hands,] —figment of your imagination?
[It's some parts ironic, some parts sincere. He's not arguing, just curious. Weird shit has mostly been something that happened to him, not something he understands on an academic level. She seems a wizardly type herself, even sans the dorky hat. Even if she's admitted she doesn't know what's going on, he's interested in her take on the matter.]
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...I understand. [The brother thing, obviously. Not...the dream thing. Not really, anyway, he's kind of just been...going with it. Gotten him through all his weird visions in the past. (Eventually. If not always entirely unscathed.)
He cants his head at her frank assessment of the situation, gives her a considering look and an arched brow. He's unarmed, for his part, at least visibly. But given the well-used armor he's wearing over and under his very cool captain-y coat, a familiarity with some weird battle is a good assumption. Taking it all in stride mostly works because he's learned it's the thing to do when he's feeling out of his depth—fake it til you make it, deal with the most immediate problem, figure things out from there.]
You're that sure I'm not just some— [He gestures widely with the now-bloodstained scarf crumpled in his hands,] —figment of your imagination?
[It's some parts ironic, some parts sincere. He's not arguing, just curious. Weird shit has mostly been something that happened to him, not something he understands on an academic level. She seems a wizardly type herself, even sans the dorky hat. Even if she's admitted she doesn't know what's going on, he's interested in her take on the matter.]