It wasn't something Mickey liked explaining, least of all to this asshole he'd known for all of an hour, tops, whether Jimmy seemed to think he knew him already or not.
"You know Jimmy. The real one. The one here... he's--" Mickey stopped, trying to make sense of it around the noise. A soft strain of music slipped from his lips, words dancing off his tongue as he lost control of that while his mind worked on coherent explanations. "--a copy," he finished. "I walked into him, and took him away with me, and now he's stuck. Here." Mickey rubbed at his ear with the heel of his hand. "Can't get him out--" the last word was strangled with the pain that thought gave.
"You'll meet him when he wakes up one day. Can't say when."