[He eyes her warily for a moment, then looks down at the device in her hand, staring at the conversation that the two of them had, but that he has no memory of.
One more thing he doesn't know about his life shouldn't matter. Shouldn't make a difference. He rubs a hand over his face, his fingers curling around the carving in his other hand. Chuck's.]
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One more thing he doesn't know about his life shouldn't matter. Shouldn't make a difference. He rubs a hand over his face, his fingers curling around the carving in his other hand. Chuck's.]
Yeah, I don't remember any of that.