[ He makes sure to take another sip before getting a refill, this time bracing himself for the burn. When Damon starts talking about his own memory issues, Jefferson looks at him, a concerned frown tugging at his lips as he furrows his brow. He knows all too well what that's like, knowing but not knowing, having incomplete memories, though he never voiced it with anyone before. Always wrote it off as 'the accident' and didn't get much more into it. ]

I don't-- He... He has an electronics shop. He's good with machines... [ Anything else, the details he ought to know about somebody he once had a long-term relationship with, lingers on the tip of his tongue, but vanishes the moment he tries to articulate it. Jefferson takes another gulp of bourbon and squeezes his eyes shut, because he doesn't want to think about how many holes are in his mind. Rabbit holes, portals, going down into other worlds, other lives he couldn't have lived, because it's all madness. ]

I can't-- It's just... hard to think straight. [ After the admission, his voice lowers. ] And it's not because of the accident.