[The other thing is, he's not like Jessica. He doesn't have my memories, my experience. He doesn't have a girly version of my face and there's no potential invasion of the bodysnatcher plots going on. I can't—I can't force him to tell me anything, I can't.

And I can't walk away. Not ... not just because I'm afraid. Because I don't want this guy to end up in my shoes. Or my grave. That'd be even worse.

So I do what I've always done. What I have to do.]

Look, let's just skip that part for now. If ... you're ever up for it later, I'm here. I know how it goes.

So, uh—can I just know your name for now?