[leans back a little to reel in the confrontational hands, pulling them back to rest at his hips as he shifts his weight restlessly like he's parsing. the fact that she might actually be her after everything he went through to get to a place where he could be convinced she wasn't is kind of like a slap in the face and it's bringing on the woobie lip wibble]

I mean I knew the whole alternate reality clone crap was a line of bull but now you're Mr. Buddwing? I mean- this isn't.. this isn't 50 First Dates here, this isn't cute. I thought you were dead.

[she, you. whatever. he's confused now. and upset. good job.]