Dorian’s frown deepens. “A month ago? But I just saw you an hour before I ended up here.”

Dorian, unfortunately, hadn’t heard yet about how people can arrive at different points in time.

“Ah… no, it’s not that,” he’s quick to assure them. “It’s actually a really good look for you. But…” His eyes sweep over Ashton again, before he finally realizes what was strange.

“What happened to your arm?”