The other man, the other him looks wide-eyed and shocked and so young that it makes him ache. Even knowing what York had said, nothing was adequate to prepare him for coming face to face with himself.

He stares at him for a moment when he makes that demand, and then ducks his head, giving a hoarse laugh, a kind of exhausted amusement. "Fuck. Should have got York to sort this out." Except he'd wanted to keep it secret, so sure that he could avoid meeting any of them.

Even with that though, he doesn't stop petting the kitten.