[ maybe he shouldn't have dumped all of this on stephen at once, but it's better for him to just rip off the bandaid now than later. no time like the present as they say. but as the silence drags on, the more he begins to reconsider his approach. talk about being the curator of his own awkward affairs.

still, he regretted not being able to have this conversation with stephen once; he isn't going to risk it again, especially given how tumultuous the multiverse has become. so, he sits and he waits patiently for him to read through the document, ignoring the steadily growing anxiety he feels inside.

a mild relief settles over him when he finally hears his response. it's succinct, a subtle joke; but it isn't bad. ]

Yeah. Lucky me. [ he's quiet for a moment. ] It... doesn't have to be complicated. [ even though it is. ] Only one of us remembers it, so we can sweep it under the rug. It isn't like either of us asked for it to happen. It just did.