"That's the thing-- I know I've never heard it before," he starts, and wanders into the room as he feels the natural flow of their conversation, "no-one's ever said it to me, and I've never read it either. But when you started to say it, I finished the name in my head. I knew when there's no way I possibly could."

This strange, exciting feeling of deducting something puzzling-- that feel very familiar too.

"It wasn't just a random slip-up, right? You think... the both of you think, or thought, it's my name, didn't you?"