Adam shook his head, annoyingly distracted at the sense of déjà vu he could not seem to shake. He wanted to blame it on exhaustion from a long and trying night, but that too seemed to neat an explanation. "I think a couple of our neighbors are from Chicago," he said, "but other than that..." He laughed, suddenly self conscious, and raised one shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Oh, well. They say everybody's got a doppelgänger, right? Maybe that's it."
He leaned against the doorframe, pushing the sleeves of his jumpsuit farther up his arms. "I think I remember your post on the forum," he mused, latching upon this as perhaps another cause of this strange sense of knowing. "If memory serves, you had some pretty outstanding bottles of wine up here. I bet that got you plenty of help moving in." He chuckled, quirking a soft and hesitant smile.