Oh. [ The initial pause is a natural reaction to the word itself, the realization that there might be another wolf on the ship. And a few seconds later— ]
You're a ghost. And you live with a vampire and a werewolf.
[ Alternate universes are a thing. They're a thing he's dealt with on a very personal level, once removed from Sally, but the thing is that'd still been him. It'd still been Sally and Aidan and Nora, same people, different paths.
So while he sort of makes the connection, and the thought of mirrors crosses his mind— ] But you're British.
[ That's the sticking point. Actually, hang on, that's not the only one. ] And you're dating Mitchell?
[ Ha ha good joke. A vampire and a werewolf and a ghost and one (or more??) of them works in a hospital, except she doesn't really look like she's joking.
So 3, 2, 1........ ]
You're kidding me.
[ Alternate timelines, sure, whatever. British timelines, that's pushing it. ]
[ No accounting for your taste either, girlfriend. The clothes are totally forgotten, but there's a slightly dubious glance at the journal in his hand as he processes the ramifications. ] George is a wolf.
[ Pensive, said mostly to himself, then he looks back to Annie. ] What kind of wolf?
[ Obviously not. At least not where she's from, and it's not something he's insanely keen to explain. ] No, of course not. Not really. I mean, there's purebreds and then... mutts, I guess, they didn't actually ever— he's a mutt, right?
[ He squints at her slightly, maybe tracking that line of thought, but he accepts the shirt gracefully when offered. ]
... thanks. [ And awkward silence while he tries to figure out how to subtly ask her to get out, but he eventually gives up on the subtle part. ] So if you don't mind, I'm going to finish raiding bizarro me's belongings while I process the existence of another bizarro me. Who's English.
[ And that'd be a "goodbye", except: ] What's his number?
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No, he moved into my house.
[She just looks at Josh. Please connect the dots, please.]
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[ Yeah no, maybe not a normal question to ask. He'll just casually leave it there. ]
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You know.
[She pauses like, well. Connect the dots.]
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[ Connecting so many dots!! ]
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Well.
He's a werewolf.
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You're a ghost. And you live with a vampire and a werewolf.
[ Just... clarifying... ]
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[She beams a little. Come on, Josh....]
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So while he sort of makes the connection, and the thought of mirrors crosses his mind— ] But you're British.
[ That's the sticking point. Actually, hang on, that's not the only one. ] And you're dating Mitchell?
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[A pause]
Oh, but Mitchell is Irish.
[Just so we're all on the same page.]
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Sorry, this is kind of a lot to... is George here?
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[She gives him a little bit of a look, though. It's not about him. It's...well.]
But uh, George, he's a bit....difficult.
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[ Vaguely insulted. Not totally grasping why he's insulted, here, but still. After a thoughtful pause: ]
Does he work in a pie shop?
[ Please say yes because he is like 0/100 on this stupid question. ]
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So 3, 2, 1........ ]
You're kidding me.
[ Alternate timelines, sure, whatever. British timelines, that's pushing it. ]
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No.
[Sorry.]
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Sally would never date Aidan.
[ Just to make that clear. Priorities!! ]
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Well, there's no accounting for taste.
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[ No accounting for your taste either, girlfriend. The clothes are totally forgotten, but there's a slightly dubious glance at the journal in his hand as he processes the ramifications. ] George is a wolf.
[ Pensive, said mostly to himself, then he looks back to Annie. ] What kind of wolf?
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There's more than one kind?
[Clearly not where she comes from.]
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[ Obviously not. At least not where she's from, and it's not something he's insanely keen to explain. ] No, of course not. Not really. I mean, there's purebreds and then... mutts, I guess, they didn't actually ever— he's a mutt, right?
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[She looks confused. Very.]
You'll have to ask him.
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[ Totally never going to ask him. And after a long pause: ] You know you can't take my shirt now, right?
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Contemplates rentaghosting away with it.....
.......and hands it back to him.]
There you go.
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... thanks. [ And awkward silence while he tries to figure out how to subtly ask her to get out, but he eventually gives up on the subtle part. ] So if you don't mind, I'm going to finish raiding bizarro me's belongings while I process the existence of another bizarro me. Who's English.
[ And that'd be a "goodbye", except: ] What's his number?
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Oh! It's 20-2.
[Said with the dash to distinguish it from 22]
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