Go talk to Scott

I stayed in my room for a few more minutes before deciding to head back into the living room. Scott was still parked on the couch. He looked up at me as I walked over.

"Didn't expect you to come back out here," he said. "I can go put something on."

I thought about it, then shook my head. "I'm the intruder here, don't feel like you need to adjust on my account. It's just another thing I'll need to get used to."

Scott looked uncertain, but nodded. "Alright. Well, what's up?"

"I was just... I dunno, thinking," I said. "I'm a little surprised you and the alternate me even knew each other, much less were still roommates."

He shrugged. "I dunno. We met back in college and hit it off, you know. We were into a lot of the same music, same movies, liked to play games, and the fucking was pretty good."

"Pretty much the same as with me and you back in my world, with one glaring exception."

"Your music taste is different?" Scott asked, smirking.

I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes. "Dick."

"That what you're focused on?" Scott asked, grabbing his dick and waving it around for a second. I could practically see it harden at the contact. He pulled his hand away and sighed. "Sorry, that's the kinda joke I'd make to y- her."

"It's cool," I said. "I'm sure this isn't easy for you either, since your friend is gone."

"Yeah..." he said, his voice low.

I turned my attention to the TV, trying to distract myself. He was watching a sitcom that I had seen a few times, only in this episode one of the female characters was blowing one of the guys. Another reminder of how I couldn't get away from the differences in this world.

I looked at Scott, who was back to looking at the TV, and thought back to his advice.