Lane's eyebrows lifted and he nodded. "True. Very true, especially here. But-" he leaned close, voice almost at a whisper. "What would you do if you met another version of yourself?" He tried to remind himself this wasn't Jack - maybe Jack was someone he became later, during one of those spaces of unreported time. He tried not to wonder if the other Jack smelled like Brant, if he'd ever been this young. This one blushed.