He wondered what that said about the other him.…No, no, don't start thinking that way. That way lay madness. He tried to put it out of mind.

"Okay," he said, running his thumb over hers in the flickering light. "Thank you."

So, it was his turn again. He tried to think of something and not worry about it being something the other him would or wouldn't have already told. Just be in the moment. Here and now, in front of the fire, holding her hand. The trousers were proving recalcitrant but were blackened and curling. The tunic had all-but burned away.

"There was a short time when Kaytoo became fascinated by organic humor and insisted I tell him jokes."