The names and the touch and the look all shake him, grabbing him from the inside out and kicking him up and back into some kind of shape. He still doesn't know what he believes, and he's always found it easiest to believe in the worst of all possible worlds, but when she looks at him like that...

It's very hard to doubt her.

"I don't know what happened to... to your versions of us," he says quietly, and manages another thin smile. "I hope they aren't running around here somewhere, 'cause that'd be really fucking awkward."