Yeah, the plants have gotten really wild. And there's animals, too.

[Maybe that'll cheer her up a little, because the sense of normalcy that seeing a squirrel run across the sidewalk gave him earlier today was short, but incredibly welcome in the midst of everything. There's nothing he can really say to help her about her friends not being back yet--assuring her they'll probably return eventually is not exactly great, considering the method for doing so--so instead he focuses on her last comments, nodding in understanding.]

It's kind of hard to say what's 'real' and what isn't, I think, but it definitely feels real. And that's ultimately what matters.

[Because it's real to them, and so in terms of having to deal with it, it's just as legitimate as anything else they might've experienced in New Amsterdam or in their worlds.]

It's weird, though, right? To have like, two lives' worth of memories.

[He's putting it casually on purpose, to make it maybe easier to talk about, but also let her know that he gets it. It's... A lot, and they've barely even had a chance to start trying to sort it out.]