Morty could only stare at him. He raised an eyebrow as he watched a drip of icecream fall to the floor. When did...? Maybe this [i]was[/i] a dream. It was too good to be reality. But damn would he be lying if he said Rick's words didn't sound wonderful. He broke into a smile - an actual, genuine smile. But it didn't last long. He furrowed his brow, rolled his eyes, and sighed. 

"Okay, Rick. We can-We can go." He stepped away from the counter to approach his grandfather. "B-But this doesn't change anything, okay? I'll-I'll be your replacement Morty, but there's no way you can...you can replace [i]my[/i] Rick." There was an edge to his voice that he seemed to be having a hard time holding on to. After staring up at Rick for a moment longer, he dragged his gaze down to his pajamas. 

When he spoke next, he sounded much more like a normal Morty. "C-Can I change first?"