The blood ran out of Doyle's face, leaving him white as a sheet. He stared at Angel in disbelief for a long period of time. Even if the very fabric of the universe was all twisted and tangled and maybe even restitched, a part of him really never thought that Angel would fall for it. He's Angel! But at least he knew who he was, right? When they rewrote the universe, they probably just made it so that he was dead because they figured he was, but now they've got this false five year time lapse going on with Doyle present to say that it never took place! He was living proof of a flaw in their new universe!
Angel didn't close the door, and the way that Doyle's eyes continued to flicker in that direction probably made his discomfort concerning that fact rather clear. Not that Angel seemed to care too much, considering that he figured Doyle was some kind of face-thief in disguise as himself. Or whatever. His tongue darted anxiously over his lips before he spoke, "Listen, I was never dead, alright? There - There's something going on here, Angel. None of this," he nodded to the general area around them, "Is real. None of it. They didn't count on me to survive last night, so they jumped ahead without thinking and switched out the entire damn universe. It's 'cause they wanted you on their side, and they wanted Cordy for my visions and - an' fuck, I don't know what to say to you that'll prove who I am, but it's me and I never would o'been able to swim in the ocean for five years, yeah?" His forehead creased and he tilted his head to the side, "Is she alright, Angel? We gotta get the hell outta here and fix this before whoever's got you two here figures out who I am. Then I will be dead."