... Oh, shit. It was Sunday, wasn’t it? Which made his usual appointment tomorrow.

“Dunno where to even start,” he admitted. “The things I saw in Beau’s world, the things I did there, these memories that aren’t mine...?”

Including the fact that they’d been getting easier and easier to access, the last few months. Like during their post-wedding road trip, when he’d so easily been able to make use of Robert’s knowledge.