[ She can't quite imagine it, but she knows something like it. A different possibility is always hard to swallow, that life might go on without you, somehow. Granted, when she'd found out, she had everything she ever wanted. ]

It must be hard for you both, then. To know that there's another version of you that... didn't come here. For him to be confused about who you are here.

[ A comforting squeeze then, lips pressing together, trying to help him through it. ] But... you still remember each other at least? That means you can help each other work it out despite the differences, right?