You worry for nothing, holy shit what a revelation! Like she would leave now that she's got herself rooted into you and hasn't left for two whole goddamn years. The shitty meteor aside that's COMMITMENT, the real deal.

[He waves a hand in the air and lets it fall back against his chest with a soft thump. His jaw tenses as he suppresses a yawn. He's full of shitty dinner pancakes, buttered toast, and greasy bacon. The concept of staying awake is laughable at best.]

It isn't like some dump of memories is going to change all of that no matter what things went down in the process. Short of murdering the shit out of you, which would be a really big damper on things. How could two people even deal with that, all but nearly banging in one place and knife up through the ribs in the next. Awkward city without a bus ticket back to we were fine. Anyway, just keep talking and working through things.

That's how it's supposed to be, right? [The last part comes out a little funny, because he yawns partway through it.]