( What's the last thing you remember? He opens his mouth to answer, only to have whatever he'd been about to say scrubbed completely out of his mind when Kyle touches his hair. That, he thinks stupidly, and very nearly blurts it out.

Are you sure this isn't a moment?

It's not. Of course it's not, he'd just said it wasn't — and besides, it's not like he's got people lining up around the block waiting to shoot their shot at a one-legged insomniac that apparently blacks out and stabs people. Meanwhile, Kyle's... Kyle.

Neither of which should matter for a reason, he just can't remember what that reason is. )

Um.

( Focus, Jack. Get your shit together. He stands dimly rooted to the spot, his voice soft and a little distracted. )

I- finished shelving, so I came up to the room, and I think... you said my name, and then- I don't know, we were on the floor. I don't even have anything to stab you with.

( Which is the more important detail than Kyle trying to stab him first. )