[There's something in her eyes that's so different than the Lydia that he knows that he's actually disturbed. This isn't right, he thinks. And of course it isn't, because...everything is different. This isn't the kind of relationship he has with Lydia even if his other self apparently does, and really it kind of figures.

Either way, he can't let this charade continue any longer because it feels completely off and disorienting and he's been disoriented for way too long as it is. He draws in a breath and gently stills her hands as she tries to pull his shirt off.]

Look, I'm not...entirely sure what's going on, but I think something happened to me. I think -- I don't know, I hit my head or something. Maybe I have a concussion. I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. [He kind of does, and that's also more than a little disturbing. Scott had mentioned his other self was looking to build a pack.]