"We're not triplets." There's an almost exasperated shake of his head. He's pretty sure-- well, scratch that. Maybe there's something else going on in his head, but he doesn't want to unpack that baggage, so for now? It's just Steven Grant, the British man who used to live in his head.

"I'm-- sorry," he murmurs, brows furrowing. "That sounds like a nightmare."

Even kids, huh? What sort of twisted fuck...