[ He wants to hear everything she has to say, the good and the bad. And while he's still desperately trying to recall his memory of their time together, some instinct is telling him she's had more bad experiences than good ones. And now, thanks to him, this is going to be another bad experience for her.

But since all of this seems to be his fault, he needs to be different. He can't be who he was in 2010. No running from his problems, his mistakes, but facing it head-on. If he can, anyway.

At least now, he's not running. They wouldn't let him run if he tried, but running is the last thing on his mind. ]

I remember... us. You. [ He has to dig through the soup that seems to be his memories, as unpleasant as that image is, but the ghost of the recollection he's trying to find is still in there. ] Your friend. It's all in bits and pieces, but I remember.

[ Will she believe me?

Fingers curl around the keychain and the picture both as he tries even harder to remember. It's only making the ache in his head worse, but he needs to remember. It's important that he does, otherwise he's just another liar. ]

I promised I wouldn't forget you, didn't I? You should hate me for breaking that.