"Not like your name," Desmond started. Unable to help himself. "I forget 'Ratonhnhaké:ton' all the time." Mostly because he could barely repeat it, but he'd gotten good at it. Thanks, Bleeding Effect™!

Figuring he'd already gone this far, it didn't hurt to spew his birth name. Desmond leaned against the counter to keep his voice down, staring at the slick brown top with little thought for how clean he had kept it. The light reflected dimly as a suitable distraction from looking at the man he was regarding right in the face. It wasn't as weird as it could've been but nevertheless...

"Well... What if I told you I'm from your future? Like waaaay into the future?" Let's start this slow because jesus christ, this was gonna take a minute.