"It's just so weird to... To look at you, and you're the same age as me, but the life I know that you lived isn't the life you lived here. It's really hard to wrap my brain around, to be honest. It's this whole parallel universe thing that's really and truly fucking with my head, you know?" He turned his eyes to Nick's face, finding himself choking up just a little at the familiarity of it all... The same eyes, the same nose... The lips that, in his world, he kissed probably ten times a day just for the fuck of it... The same bone structure. The same fucking everything, only this was Quinn's boyfriend. Not Jeff's. And how on earth was Jeff supposed to swallow that? It hurt so much that he could barely breathe when he thought about it too long. "How do you... get used to it?" Jeff asked. "I mean, just deal with the fact that your whole world is completely different to the ones your friends have come from?"

"Well... I never got that far either," Jeff replied with a shrug. "When I came here, Kurt was still alive, and... It was that really awkward moment where your friend is the one who tells you he's dead. I'm really trying to settle in, but some things... Some things are really hard to accept. Really. Like, painfully hard. I know it's going to be fine when I get the hang of things, but... Nicky do you ever still feel like something's missing here? Even though you've been here for ages? Like something just... isn't right?" He wasn't sure why he was even asking. Maybe he needed to hear from Nick that he didn't feel right without Jeff. Maybe that was it. And maybe Nick was totally content here, and Jeff would just have to suck it up and deal, and hope that he made it back to his Nick sooner rather than later. "You were... You were really young when you got here. Wow. What... What was it that made you come here? Do you mind me asking?"