Andrew sighs and leans back, though Farranfore keeps on with ministrations minus a few pauses to spit up feathers. It's almost motherly, really, and Andrew finds himself staring a bit too intently at their animal-projections. Tearing his gaze away, he sniffs to himself and rubs his eyes.

"It's been a few years," he replies after a short but decidedly awkward silence. "Since I -- you know. Split off. I lived on Earth a while. Alternate Earth, not your Earth. I ran into an android duplicate of my old self, ages before the me that first met you, and we took up together. One thing led to another, his programming got altered and he developed his own personality, and now we're, ah. Together."

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "His name is James. You should come meet him, now that you're here."