[He shivered just as she had when her fingers traced the mark along his skin, and when she spoke those words, he reached over his shoulder, grasping her fingertips with his as he turned toward her again, his expression unreadable.
He held her hand in his, ran his thumb over her knuckles, as if watching her and touching her would somehow answer the questions he had churning inside his head.]
I've never wanted my memories back more than I do right now.
[It was the only thing he could think to say, and little did he know that, in reality, not having those memories was probably the best thing for him.]
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He held her hand in his, ran his thumb over her knuckles, as if watching her and touching her would somehow answer the questions he had churning inside his head.]
I've never wanted my memories back more than I do right now.
[It was the only thing he could think to say, and little did he know that, in reality, not having those memories was probably the best thing for him.]