“Francis. I love you, but you need to force your brain to struggle right now. Tell me that or don’t, but tell me something that will require you to remember something from a while ago.”
“I see. Tell me about...” She trailed off, trying to think. “Tell me about the six months. Or something sad.”
“Yeah. I thought you were too,” she said quietly, shifting his weight on her slightly. “It was... it was pretty awful.”
