[He stiffens a little, wondering, Now? Is it now? But no. Not yet. He doesn't know whether to feel relieved when it's just a postponed inevitability, not a halting miracle.
She laces her fingers with his. He holds on tight right back, like he can hold her here. I'm sorry for what you're about to suffer. I'm sorry you'll be alone in the end.
He hums over her question and shakes his head.]
Amnesia... don't remember... This is... the only life... I know... [At least as far as details about himself goes.] But... I've thought about... kitchens... Big dinners... lots of people... friends... I'd like that...
[It'll never happen, but it would've been nice. He wonders if it ever did happen.]
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She laces her fingers with his. He holds on tight right back, like he can hold her here. I'm sorry for what you're about to suffer. I'm sorry you'll be alone in the end.
He hums over her question and shakes his head.]
Amnesia... don't remember... This is... the only life... I know... [At least as far as details about himself goes.] But... I've thought about... kitchens... Big dinners... lots of people... friends... I'd like that...
[It'll never happen, but it would've been nice. He wonders if it ever did happen.]
And you...?