"...that's very strange," Chris murmurs. "I don't feel any less real than you do, I think. Though how would I know?"

Chris goes quiet, thinking about all the strange things that have happened in the world they know. The supervillains, the cosmic threats, the fights that sometimes break out between superheroes who can't work together. The idea that all of that was invented for the entertainment of people on some higher plane of reality is... disconcerting. As is the idea that their friend has so much more knowledge of their world than Chris had thought possible for someone from a different universe.

Chris leans into First Aid a little, needing the reassurance that the two of them are here, together, and equally real.

"I think... I would rather not know. If you don't mind."