[Absorbed with the fridge, Ches doesn't notice that original expression of startlement on Geralt's face, but when he glances over at the other man he catches the tail end of it. At first, he's not certain of what it is that has him so startled other than maybe recognizing kvass and kompot, but it becomes obvious when Geralt asks if he made Dusty what it was.

Frowning, Ches pulls two bottles of beer out of the fridge and takes the cap off with the edge of the counter and his palm, crosses over toward the other man and hands one of the bottles off to him.]

Not consciously. I had no idea who I was or where I came from when I made this place, but when I came back, he was here. He never leaves. Just stays there in the kitchen and cooks food and makes drinks an all that. It's...some version of my brother. It's not him, but it looks like him, cooks like him. I've tried talking to him but he doesn't talk back.

[A shrug, and a swig of beer, and more frowning.]

Haven't figured out how to make him go away. I'd rather he not be here if he's not really my brother.