[There will certainly be words later. Lazarus needs a friend right now, more than ever, and Tony will have the chance to feel necessary and helpful. For now... he'll have to generate it for himself, because L's doppel certainly won't be supplying it.]

A face and some memories, yeah. Seriously, what else is there? You thought I was him.

[He's quick to remind Tony of this fact, even if he's hoarse and his voice is cracking from lack of water.]

Don't get all high and mighty about it until you can actually tell us apart, you know? You thought he was tripping, but you still thought that it was him.

[He seems relatively perplexed by the question about morality.]

It's pretty simple, guy. I want to have sex. As much as possible, with as many people as possible. His boyfriend was an easy notch. He fucked the hell out of me and he loved it.