Seku opens a door in the apartment of — whoever's apartment this is, he didn't get a name. 

It opens to a bar. 

...fuck it, why not. He steps through. 

--Okay, apparently the interdimensional bar has hot aliens. 

"Hi," he says, on the off chance the alien speaks English. "I'm Lev."

This bar is bizarrely clean — for this neighborhood, insofar as things like neighborhoods are even applicable when there are supernovae out the windows, and also just in general. Minu went to bars that were less clean than this one. 

"My name is Seku Ani," he says, looks warily at the human. 

"I think this bar connects alternate dimensions. I'm from Earth-2871."

"...I'm from Ryloth. We don't number planets in my ...dimension." 

"It's the dimension number. We call them Earths because they all seem to have an Earth for some reason, however different they are in every other way."

"I've never heard of an Earth but there are a lot of planets, I wouldn't necessarily know all of them." 

He picks a chair and sits down. 

"What's your universe like?"

"I have no idea where I would start, it's the only one I know." 

Seku's voice, Lev might have noticed, is very much like Sasha's. 

"The galaxy has been ruled by a Republic for the last — I don't know, a couple thousand years? I live on Coruscant now, it's not my home planet but I like it better than Ryloth anyway, Ryloth was all desert and jungle and steppe and all of Coruscant is an enormous city." 

...Huh. 

"Excuse me for a sec, I'm going to go grab a snack from the bar."

"...okay?" 

Why does Lev think he needs Seku's permission? 

Lev acquires four chocolate bars and asks his power whether Seku is, in fact, an alternate universe version of Sasha. 

It needs more data.

Oh well. 

Devouring a chocolate bar, he comes back and says, "we-- my species, humans-- haven't actually got off-planet yet in my universe. A bunch of aliens keep trying to invade us though."

He looks fascinated. "Weird. On Ryloth we still have records from before we joined the Republic, we don't have the resources for our own spaceflight and we were — late on the scene — but there are plenty of planets that don't even have that." 

"Huh. Looks like your Republic is a lot more successful than any of the interstellar empires in my world. --So what do you do?"

It's sort of an awkward question but if he tries to find out whether Seku is an alternate universe version of Sasha by looking at his way of thinking about interstellar politics he's going to need more than just a couple chocolate bars.

"I do whatever work I can find, which winds up being a whole bunch of odd jobs and nothing particularly stable," which is accurate from a certain point of view. "You?" 

"In theory I just graduated from school but in practice I use my superpowers to help a billionaire superhero turn the world into utopia."

What, "What are your superpowers like?" 

"I look at information and I figure out what the implications of it are."

Come on, come on, Sasha response. 

"....wow. I can see how you get 'turn the world into a utopia' out of that, mine aren't half that useful." 

He knows it's Sasha before his power tells him. 

"...And my power just said that you're an alternate universe version of my boyfriend. Want to fuck?"

"....what — not that the answer's no, but, um —" 

"My boyfriend's Spider-man. He saves people's lives-- he saved mine. It was totally an accident, he was just trying to defeat the villains that he was in danger from and then some of them got vendettas and started trying to kill him and then eventually he wound up becoming a superhero. He's really smart but he doesn't do that well in school, I think he has some kind of learning disability. He knows lots of things about poetry and art and he tells me about them and it's very good. Uh." He racks his brain. "Space doesn't have Russians-- he's an illegal immigrant and his parents don't speak the language-- is any of this sounding similar at all--"

"I've never tried school, I — suppose you could say I save people's lives with my superpowers but totally by accident but it'd be a very strange way to describe the thing — my parents are stuck on Ryloth, Basic isn't my first language, I have liked what poetry I've heard but I don't actually know anything about it —" 

"...I'm sorry."

He hasn't even gotten to the tragic backstory yet, though. 

"Why?"