[ Last time I checked, the other teenager says and he looks down. This time, it's not the thoughts of the speedster that have him in a whirlwind. His own thoughts feel like they temper his own need for momentum, as if his investigative spirit is suddenly spiraling to come to an answer. To - what? ]

[ He knows he's Billy Maximoff. He knows because there's such a large part of him that has felt wrong and out of place and like this body isn't his own. That woke up in an ambulance three years ago staring at a stranger, living a stranger's life. That knew something was wrong and that Tommy was missing. But he's also William Kaplan. The past three years is all he knows. Right now, he feels a lot more like William than he does Billy. ]

[ The fact the other can say it so easily I'm Tommy, feels like he's being pulled into an undercurrent. ]

I don't - [ He swallows something down. ] It's not a test.

[ Finally, looking back up, there's a spark of concern and panic as he realizes that yes Tommy is floating again and that outweighs (momentarily) the confusion at his words that knit his brows. A hand goes to grab him in the same, too quick and without thinking way, trying to ground Tommy once more if he let him. ]

[ But there's something heavy and confused settling in his stomach. There's a wishfulness in his heart: He wants this to be real even if it doesn't make sense. Something in him tells him it's Tommy in the same way he's known he was always out there even if the words the other speaks feel wrong, they're not about him. ]

[ The other boy's thoughts, his own thoughts, the experiences of the last few hours - days? - on the Road are enough to set his emotions on edge. His eyes sting and he doesn't know what to say for a few moments before he starts: ]

I don't know what you're talking about. I - I barely know who I am? William or Billy. Three years ago I died and I came back —


[ A pause as he forces out: ] I don't remember anything. I'm learning now, but -

[ It's the truth. The only other person in the world who he willingly told this truth was Eddie. He wouldn't normally speak about it, not this way. Not with anyone. Not even when Agatha bombarded him. But it spills out as he falters a moment. Closes his eyes and then looks up at him earnestly: ]

One of the only things I knew for certain was that Tommy was out there and I had to find him. [ He swallows. ] And that you're my brother.

[ Well, the last part is a newer revelation, but he had been so intrinsically drawn to this being Tommy he knew he must be important. ]