It's odd to see his own face hold so much back, not like Raylan's emotionless or anything, so much as understated, where Jeff's expressive to a fault. But even that isn't quite right, is it? Jeff's expressive, sure, he smiles brightly and without hesitation, but it's every bit a shield for him as stoicism is for other men.

In any case, it feels like the weirdest achievement, getting something of a laugh out of his more... restrained double.

"Harlan, huh?" he repeats, saying the name just for the sake of it, like it'll spark any familiarity in himself. Some... what, hidden clone memories or something? But it doesn't bring anything to mind. "Yeaaah," he laughs a little, "never heard of it."

Jeff moves towards Raylan-- or, rather, the box he'd set down, peeking in curiously to get a look at his stock. It's really just to occupy his eyes, like he needs to avoid staring right at his twin for too long. Otherwise, he might start to fixate on every tiny detail, all the ways in which they're different and the same.

But as soon as Raylan says he's the second person to mention the Gift (like it's not common knowledge?) and asks him about the piano, he looks up, wide eyed from the stream of questions starting to race through his head.

"No-- guitar-- wait, there's another bard here? Who else was talking about bards?"