He turned to stare at him, mouth dropping open slightly. "Time," he whispered. "If there's something wrong with time..." But no, he'd have felt that. Time Sickness was unmistakable. Time was out there, it was flowing... he couldn't exactly walk out into the Vortex to check on thing, could he? Nothing had felt off at any of the points they'd landed. None of his other selves had mentioned anything, either. And that would have gotten an announcement. As much as they liked to argue amongst themselves, they did share information. Only a fool wouldn't, and while he could play the fool very well...
He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Given me something to think about, you," he said gruffly. "Thanks."