( the past month has been something of an indiscernible roller coaster as far as remembering things goes, and there have been some things that have felt more real than others — but this, right here? this is the most. real anything has felt to him, and there is no denying that, even if it's been unlocked by something as simple as touch.

she keeps shifting, and — admittedly — so does he, so there's an invariable amount of tiny brushes of shoulders and elbows and arms as they continue to sit, to effectively play catch up when both of them are still striving toward what might end up feeling like the norm. ) Um. ( wow, that's friggin' eloquent. ) Well enough, I guess? Just been tryin' to get my own memories back where they belong. ( heh. yeah, it's been a while, but apparently memory is a tricky bitch, and she ain't having any of his nonsense. ) It's kinda slow-goin'. Especially with lookin' after my sister.