No wonder Todd looks like that, he must be in his twenties. He is looking at Todd’s face, now, curious because that at least lends some weight to his claims that it’s been a long time, though the hot blush hasn’t quite faded from his cheeks. They are still in a bedroom, after all, and there’s only one bed. That’s not so easy to ignore. He’s trying, though. Five years is a long time; he can’t begin to imagine who he’d be, five years from right now. Which is a troubling realization, since not even an hour ago he was ready to cut off the possibility of being anyone five years from now. It’s the first time the gravity of that decision has hit him, has really seemed so immense. He’s nearly trembling, overwhelmed. It sounds crazy, but there’s no explanation that could account for all this that wouldn’t seem crazy.
“Sorry,” he says, with a ragged breath that might have been intended as a laugh. He’s not even sure what he’s sorry for-- maybe just for not being whatever self he’s meant to be. He’s cursed and he’s in another world. Maybe, maybe that doesn’t have to be such a bad thing. He wasn’t doing so well in his own world, after all. Okay. He takes another breath to steady himself. Look at it from a new perspective.