"Yeah, this place-- it's kind of a mindfuck, huh?" Imagine your alter self in his own body, running around like it's no big deal, leaving a bunch of empty space in your head and the ability to withdraw when you need it. Like now. He eyes the vanilla extract for a second, but--

He'll take Sharky's advice on that. Leave it. "But-- if you had each others' backs back then, then no reason to not have them here, right?"

Hopefully. Even with the weird age difference...

He huffs out a chuckle and nods his head. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

Marc pauses. "You said you're with Steven, right? Sharing the cabin?"