A loose smirk played across his lips and it reached his eyes, but his jaw clenched for a few painful moments as his eyes found the other man in the room. Anger boiled up again, but the smirk across his lips remained, and his eyes twinkled playfully. Was he Ben? That was, as of yet, undecided. Was he the spitting image of him? Maybe not quite; he was older, probably didn’t shave as religiously as he did, and had his fair share of wrinkles, forehead and glabellar lines that he didn’t yet have.
But he was right. The man was handsome in that rugged way the ladies loved.
Still, it wasn’t the first time he'd seen someone’s clone - but they were other people's clones, like Sam's and Keema's. It was probably the first time this felt like a punch to the gut, like a look into the future he wasn't meant to see. One that, if their stand-off in Terminal City proved disastrous, he might never have. "Indeed he did," Alec replied, keeping his voice light. "I should be right as rain by tomorrow morning, thanks to him."
"But hey, is it alright to come in? I'd like to take some of this SWAT gear off, if that's alright with you."