Yvonne: "How... how did you find out?"
Thomas: "It wasn't that hard to figure out. You may have a different body, but a person's habits don't change. Two or even three similar habits between different people might be a coincidence, but when *all* the little habits are the same, it can't be a coincidence."
"Besides, even if I didn't know you that well, I know Bennett. He's hopelessly devoted. He could never love anyone else but you."
Thomas was smart and observant. That's why, after Bennett, he was the second person to realize that Yvonne was Yvonne.
Yvonne didn't deny it. Instead, she smiled and nodded.
"Thomas, thank you for still remembering me."
"I always remembered you," Thomas said with a bitter smile. "Everything Bennett remembers, I remember too. He loves you, and I love you, no less than he does. Yvonne, why can't you see me?"
Yvonne turned, walked back to Thomas, and looked at him earnestly. "I have always seen you. And I've always thought of you as a dear brother."
"But I don't want to be your brother," Thomas said.
Yvonne: "But in my heart, you are a brother, and only a brother."
"So, I lost just because of that one word, 'brother'?" Thomas gave another bitter smile.
"To each their own, I guess," Yvonne replied helplessly.
"Yvonne, I don't want to be your brother," Thomas repeated stubbornly.
"Well, I can't just keep you around as a backup plan. I do have some basic moral principles."
"Yvonne, you really know how to twist the knife," Thomas chuckled, his smile full of self-mockery.
Yvonne pressed her lips together, remaining silent.
A harsh rejection was better than stringing him along. Better to rip the band-aid off quickly.

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