[He still doesn't know her - not this her, anyway, and that's something that he still doesn't know how best to...process, exactly. It would stand to reason that there are, in fact, multiples of almost everyone out there, knowing what he knows about the way the multiverse unfolds. It's just a strange thought to be confronted with the reality that there are, in fact, other versions of...him.]
[One was always too much for him. More than one is just pushing it.]
[One side of his mouth twists into a bittersweet, rueful, right-handed thing - not quite a deprecating smile, but certainly evoking one.]
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[He still doesn't know her - not this her, anyway, and that's something that he still doesn't know how best to...process, exactly. It would stand to reason that there are, in fact, multiples of almost everyone out there, knowing what he knows about the way the multiverse unfolds. It's just a strange thought to be confronted with the reality that there are, in fact, other versions of...him.]
[One was always too much for him. More than one is just pushing it.]
[One side of his mouth twists into a bittersweet, rueful, right-handed thing - not quite a deprecating smile, but certainly evoking one.]
Maybe I'll forget too.