Even after a year in this place, there are skills Wes possesses that Deerington has yet to reveal. His ability to move like a shadow is perhaps one of the most easily forgotten. He knows he hasn't been particularly stealthy -- he hasn't been endeavoring to anyway -- so when Jean-Paul pulls out of his arms, he lets go of him without any kind of a fight.

Watching his companion turn on him, there are things he really should notice. But beyond the haircut and the mild differences in personal style, there's a lot of similarities. The ice in the man's eyes, the pin-straight look of his posture, and a certain air about him that simply says that he knows better. Wes has never heard of Occam's razor, and even if he had, he's not sure the same philosophical principles can be applied to Deerington. Sure, it could be a Jean-Paul from a different reality. It might not even be Jean-Paul at all. Or, perhaps, his lover's mind has simply been taken over by the next strange occurrence to darken the doorstep of this place.

It's the last conclusion he jumps to most easily, history paving a smooth road to his destination. You don't recognize me?