All of which is familiar. From remembering shooting someone who insists you're their friend, to knowing people around them are comparing them to someone else, to knowing some people fully expect them to explode into violence at any moment. Jesus fucking Christ.

They finish their cookie, and nudge the bag of the rest of them closer to Ghost, if he wants more. Look they offered those cookies to him earlier. He is absolutely allowed to eat some of them.

"There was another version of me on this train before me," they say quietly, after a moment. "From some universe that's not quite mine. There's a bunch of people here who. Knew him. And Steve. He knows the. Person. I used to be. A long time ago. More than I do, even."