Yeah. [He nods, relaxing a little, even though he winces at the mention of other Jerry.] Yeah. I know. I uh -- I remember him. From the Arena. I remember [scaring the shit out] him.

[He bites his lip for a second and then reaches up and moves her hand off the back of his neck, linking his fingers through hers.]

He didn't hurt you, right?

[His voice is hushed now.]

Other me, I mean.