[ That last admission is what makes him look back up at Ashe, though the contents of the photo never leave his mind. They probably never will, regardless of if they ever come to pass. ]

The same kid? At least the weirdness here is consistent.

[ The joke falls flat as his gaze is drawn back down again. It’s so unreal. He can’t stop looking for some small detail to be out of place, to mark it as obviously unreal. Clearly impossible. Yet there isn’t anything. ]

When you saw that kid before, did you… did you know you’d had it with me?