Sorry. [ The apology's instinctive. He's not entirely sure what he's apologizing for — the accident? The fact that she's stuck in the hospital? Or the fact that he knows her name, maybe. It feels like an unfair advantage. ]
We go to the same school. [ It feels true. That doesn't make it feel right, but it's hard to abandon the few shreds of memory he's got. After a slight pause, his brow furrowing as he digs into those memories: ] The only school. It isn't a very big town.
[ If he were feeling more composed, that might've been a joke. As is, it just sounds like an idle recollection. ]
samesies
We go to the same school. [ It feels true. That doesn't make it feel right, but it's hard to abandon the few shreds of memory he's got. After a slight pause, his brow furrowing as he digs into those memories: ] The only school. It isn't a very big town.
[ If he were feeling more composed, that might've been a joke. As is, it just sounds like an idle recollection. ]