Normally, anyone would probably be weirded out or taken aback to have someone suddenly questioned who they were and demanded confirmation of who they were. But it actually wasn't the most uncommon of events for Jeremy, all things considered. It was just the first time it had ever been someone he had slept with who was doing it, which is why he was actually confused at her reaction at first. He had sort of taken an uncertain step back from her, holding his hand up a little like he was going to try to cut in to explain himself a little more, though without being sure what he should say. That was when she was coming out with 'You're not him' and there were a few beats of blanks confusion for Jeremy where he blinked a couple of times, and tilted his head much like a puppy might if they were trying to work something out. And once the penny actually drop of what she might be asking here, he - accidentally - burst out laughing at the absolute absurdity of it.
He couldn't not laugh, and tears even sprung to his eyes when he did as he gasped out through it, "You thought I was... was... oh my god!" he said, cracking up all over again. At least until he realised just how awkward and absurd it was and he suddenly cut the laughing off abruptly and put his fingers up to his lips, looking at her with wide eyes through his glasses. "You thought I was... oh shit. That's... um..."
He cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "My name's Jeremy. Jeremy Smyth. And I really, really, really don't mean this in a bad way and I hope it doesn't disappoint you, but it was me who you slept with, not my identical twin because, well, to put it bluntly, he has never even seen a vagina, let alone touch one or care what to do with it. He's as gay as they come, and he comes a lot, but only with guys. I apologise profusely that you were one of the people's paths he has crossed at some point in the past and you didn't get it with the newsflash he is a twin." He was going to end there, but he decided on a quick, hasty disclaimer to add at the end. "And we're nothing alike. Like, polar opposites. Yin and Yang. Night and day. Chalk and cheese. All that jazz..."
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He couldn't not laugh, and tears even sprung to his eyes when he did as he gasped out through it, "You thought I was... was... oh my god!" he said, cracking up all over again. At least until he realised just how awkward and absurd it was and he suddenly cut the laughing off abruptly and put his fingers up to his lips, looking at her with wide eyes through his glasses. "You thought I was... oh shit. That's... um..."
He cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "My name's Jeremy. Jeremy Smyth. And I really, really, really don't mean this in a bad way and I hope it doesn't disappoint you, but it was me who you slept with, not my identical twin because, well, to put it bluntly, he has never even seen a vagina, let alone touch one or care what to do with it. He's as gay as they come, and he comes a lot, but only with guys. I apologise profusely that you were one of the people's paths he has crossed at some point in the past and you didn't get it with the newsflash he is a twin." He was going to end there, but he decided on a quick, hasty disclaimer to add at the end. "And we're nothing alike. Like, polar opposites. Yin and Yang. Night and day. Chalk and cheese. All that jazz..."