No, you were terrible. I- We've all been so worried about you.

[he looks away from Jon, the frown turning from one of concern to one of quiet misery. he rubs the arm that starts turning more transparent again.]

Couldn't even trust me?

[it's so quiet and so...hurt. but he doesn't allow himself - or Jon - to dwell on it.]

Yeah, I-- Let's listen to him. I think I can do something about "proof" that he's me.