"Yeah, you're looking at him," he grumbles bitterly. He drops his face into his hands and winces at that. God why does every future iteration of him look like some Gen Xer still clinging to their youth?

He heaves a sigh of relief that nothing was actually relived no matter how real the moment felt, but just quietly he's back to his charmingly defensive self. "Shut up! Same to you! Not like I picked anything in this low-rent Baz Luhrmann wet dream!"