[That certainly was a guess Luke expected coming, and it makes him jerk his head up with wide, surprised eyes.]

No! He's... He's not related to me or anything! At least, not like... any of that.

[He looks away now , trying to find some kind of support. He eventually finds it by going to the couch and clenching his fingers into the top of the cushions; it's easier like this. It's easier to have something to hold on to and not look at Lloyd and just do his best to forget that he's there.]

Have you... ever heard of replicas?