I asked because it's freaking weird, okay, not because I needed all the gritty little details. I get it. You guys all got some weirdo space alien mutant animorping powers from some blue deer named after a garden tool and are trying to single-handedly save the planet from brain slugs.

[ He folds his arms with a petulant huff, as if he just can't believe how stupid all of this is. It's not like he asked her to follow him around and 'save' him from vorcha; she's the one who just spontaneously fell into his life, and not the other way around, so he doesn't think he owes her anything. ]

Okay, fine, you're real because I can like, see you in front of me, and I'm pretty sure I'm not hallucinating. Happy? But you want me to accept that your timeline is a valid reality? Then stop acting like mine is just soooooo wroooong, because as far as I'm concerned, it's my reality, and we're gonna have to deal with both of them existing at the same time.