It's not fair, the things he lost - and when she explains the warmth washes over him with a tingling back of guilt. He should have remembered it, and it worries him that he still doesn't even after her soft laugh and warm touch.

"I was falling in love..." he murmurs, leaning easily against her - reveling silently in the way their bodies still fit together.

After a soft sigh, he laces his hand in hers - consciously aware of the weight of it of feeling her beside him.

"Tell me." He doesn't have to be specific, there's a darkness over her that says there's something he should know or remember and doesn't.