"Do you need a hug."

"YES."

He gives Lev a hug.

The tiny infant version of his husband from the universe with HORRIBLE BULLSHIT GENETICS gives very good hugs.

"So, the flying guy probably actually wasn't a mutant. He was probably Johnny Storm. It's much rarer, but people can also get powers from lab accidents or scientific experiments. Johnny Storm has pyrokinesis because he was exposed to cosmic rays."

"WHYYYYYYYYYY."

Asher pats his back sympathetically. "The amount of bullshit this universe is is hard for everyone."

"So, what, some mutant summoned me from my home dimension?"

"My guess is that it's probably a mad scientist doing some sort of experiment about quantum causality fields."

"That's not even a thing," he says, but his protest doesn't have that much heat in it.

"I don't know why you expect my universe to have the same physics yours does."

"Just give me some time to process, okay?"

He laughs. "All right."

Lev pulls away, looks at him, and says, "Sort of want to compare notes about alternate universes, sort of want to fuck the hot alternate-universe version of my husband."

"We can do both."

"As long as it's not weird that this universe's me is your ward."

"Nah, it's fine, I've had a crush on him for months but he's not into humans."

Lev sits in his lap and kisses him. 

He tastes like Asher.

Asher has no idea at all what Lev is supposed to taste like, but he does enjoy it.

In the morning, Sasha kisses Lev's forehead and gets up to ask Asher about the tracker and stops at the door. 

"What. — Also hello." 

"...Lily?"

"No? My name is Sasha, is your name Lev." 

He's significantly younger than Lily; he wears his hair longer than Lily did back in Gilead but shorter than Lily does now. 

"Yeah, I'm an alternate-universe version of Lev. --Why is everyone in this universe so young."

"Maybe we're in the past compared to your universe? I'm sixteen, how old is your me." 

"31. --We're married, she's my spouse. Just so you know."