Yeah, that sounds about ri— Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Siblings? The hell are you talking about now, Rose?

You put a hand on his shoulder [but not on his face because that would be silly].
Dave, whatever truly happened two years ago, I saw the two of us and was able to draw a direct comparison. The nearly-silver hair, the pale irises in our eyes.
We’re brother and sister, genetically.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...