The second Garrot looks around awkwardly, even allowing an uneven little chuckle. "Uh, yeah? It sounds like you can't, so uh..." The clone(??) gestures to Garrot Prime, who is already leaning over to pick up the thermos. Then with the competence of a two-dad hivemind, the clone(????) is tossed the thermos and hands it to Gyre.

"Drink some tea. It's warm." Garrot won't say that he reheated it to make sure it was just below that miserable scalding temperature, but he did. Garrot Classic(?) takes this moment to close the distance and wrap an arm around his double, presenting a fist that is immediately pounded. In perfect symmetry.

"Nice toss by the way. Thanks!" The voices are in utter harmony. "It is weird hearing my own voice like that. Right?!" Garrot is in stereo sound now.

Gyre, is this your hell?