[ His locks his jaw, wanting to hear Valentina out as much as he's tempted to fight the point. There's more of him out there, he's sure of it, even if it's an entirely different branch. He can't help but go down the rabbit hole of believing that if there's more that came from Nemesis, they'd be as much of Chase as he is.

As he's starting to let those ideas run, he swears he feels pressure as her fingers close around his, and the surprise of it grounds him back from the wandering thought like a slap to the face, unable to help the gasp he lets loose.

When he looks down for proof he sees the way he's clipped through, digital artifacts glowing over the bracelet there. Because of course they are. Even with the unexpected illusion of touch lost, Chase runs his thumb over her knuckles affectionately, carefully, so as to not go through them as he often does when he tries to mimic such actions that have been long-lost to him. ]

I don't... I think Nemesis messed with my head, left some impressions beihnd that I gotta figure out. I'm not saying I don't believe you. I do. It's just— between that and coming here and getting back into my body, there's been one hell of a wrench thrown into things, yeah?