[ He can almost feel Jesse's eyes on him even if he's not looking to see what she's doing or if she's looking at him. Somehow, all of this feels wrong, like he's wrong and not reacting the way he's supposed to. He can't put a finger on why he feels wrong, but all of his instincts are telling him that his reactions aren't right. This wasn't supposed to be like this.

Then she reveals how his books have been adapted, and he freezes in place. ]

Wait, they've- What? Whose idea was that? No, I know who it was, it had to have been Barry.

[ He wonders to himself if he'd ever have the guts to watch the movies made from the books he wrote.

But then he feels something... something strange and yet comforting even if his mind is still struggling to reconcile the conflicting feelings and sensations and what seems like fragmented memories that used to be whole.

It feels like someone's hands are resting on him, and part of him wants to lean into that touch. Why do I know this? ]

We've met somewhere before. Haven't we?