"I'm glad you weren't, honestly." That's not because of Caitlin herself, as stressful as things between them can be at times. It's that thinking about anyone else 'meeting' the fake Victoria makes him shudder with phantom humiliation. He sighs, rubbing his brow -- not his usual little tic of discomfort, but like he's been awake for 72 hours straight. Tired is hardly even the word for it at this point.

"I let it go for far too long," he admits. "Three, four days. I didn't even question it." He frowns, another spike of anger coursing through him, this time self-directed. Mostly self-directed, anyway. "My mind filled in all of the gaps. She had a door, she said she was an inmate..." He shakes his head, presses his lips tight together. He doesn't want to be this angry about it. He can't be this angry about it. Not at himself, and not at the people who set him up to stumble like that.