"You can't blame me for anything he does!" objects the Andrew nearer Ambrose. He's getting a crick in his neck from looking up at the upright segment of James already; he doesn't need the reminder.

The other Andrew scowls, but pockets the knife. "You're the one who needs watching," he informs the other. Both of them turn their attention back to the Jameses, though, both guessing what he means to do but surprised nonetheless to see the three forms become one.

"...Blimey," says the Andrew no longer holding a knife. The other steps closer to the rejoined James, holding out a hand to put on his arm. "How do you feel?" he asks, ignoring the way the other Andrew bristles and steps forward, not liking the sight of his potentially evil twin touching his lover.