Alex usually did his best to keep the bad to a minimum and make the good overwhelm it, but there was nothing to be done about the nights and both seemed willing to deal with it for now. At least Alex wasn't one of those people who could manipulate emotions or he'd have even more issues than he already did.

There were two voices and Alex frowned. Double confusion? He went over to the edge of the bed and looked down to see not one, but two Jordans on the floor. That was definitely new.

"Whoa," he said eloquently. "I think I must still be dreaming. There's two of you."