[Descole nods in agreement. He hates to think about how long it had been since he'd felt so comfortable. Sure he had a home and people he cared about, but no one he felt comfortable with. Leave it to his double to feel that way.]

I don't think I can stand either. I don't want to move also. I like this. I like you. You're like me, only nicer.

I always thought if I were to meet myself, I'd hate that jackass. Guess not.