It's... terrifying, honestly. [He rubs his elbows, unable to meet Misty's gaze this once.] You'll be going about your day and then you suddenly remember that you can dance like Fred Astaire, or that you're fluent in Italian, and you get these... these sensations that you know for a fact don't belong to you.

But they feel so real that for a moment, you're lost in the memory and think that yeah, that's something you're familiar with. Or maybe this life's the fake and the one you're remembering is the real deal.

[With anyone else, he would hold off, maybe make some joke about how he can't keep anything straight, but Misty is too important for him to brush off. He heaves a low, slow sigh as he finally confesses - ]

Technically, I'm 26, but I feel like I'm a lot older.