“Hmm, hmm–” Seeming put off by the whole ordeal, he attempts to doctor himself (i.e., checking his own temperature, etc). Squinting, he gestures between them (Between him? Two hims between which he gestures?), “Did I eat something bad? Did you? Or did we both? I don’t know.”(’ raises his hand to his chest as his doppleganger does, and mirrors the swaying action as well ) Ah–maybe I’m the one who’s dreaming?? (’ lightly slaps his own cheek ) Is this reality?
He’s on the defensive soon enough, ready for whatever retaliation he knew the other was going to give. He visibly...
“But. You! Ayaahh–” He hums and haws, scrambling for the proper words to voice the betrayal he felt. It hit him deep. So...