( He considers not saying anything, he really does. What ultimately loosens his lips is sympathy. A shared understanding of what it's like to have a shaky memory, things layered on top of things that shouldn't be there, things missing that should be, not always having somebody else to validate the ones that he has as being real.
So after a few silent moments of slow walking, he finally looks over and answers. )
You were drinking, mostly. ( Which... obviously isn't the bad part. He continues on after just a short pause. ) I think you were getting ready to light someone on fire.
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So after a few silent moments of slow walking, he finally looks over and answers. )
You were drinking, mostly. ( Which... obviously isn't the bad part. He continues on after just a short pause. ) I think you were getting ready to light someone on fire.