[ Oh. Wait, shit. Simon interrupts her hastily: ] No- no, don’t worry about it. Konoha. Sorry.
[ Not that he’s against telling her who Hayame is— well, he kind of is right now because he can barely string a sentence together, so explaining Hathaway to Konoha would be an exercise in pain. But mostly he feels guilty that she just stayed here waiting for him to wake up and he immediately mistook her for somebody else. ]
I remember you, it’s just the uh- the electricity stuff.
[ It’s probably not necessary to clarify that he remembers her; if Konoha really thought he didn’t, she wouldn’t be expecting her name alone to clear things up, but his system of defending memory lapses persists. Partly to himself, partly because brain damage freaks people out.
Simon’s eyes dart from her raised hand to her face to a sweep of the train station, and (with one last dig into her ribs before she is freed) pushes himself upright, meeting her eyes. Mercifully, the position doesn’t exacerbate the headache any. ]
no subject
[ Not that he’s against telling her who Hayame is— well, he kind of is right now because he can barely string a sentence together, so explaining Hathaway to Konoha would be an exercise in pain. But mostly he feels guilty that she just stayed here waiting for him to wake up and he immediately mistook her for somebody else. ]
I remember you, it’s just the uh- the electricity stuff.
[ It’s probably not necessary to clarify that he remembers her; if Konoha really thought he didn’t, she wouldn’t be expecting her name alone to clear things up, but his system of defending memory lapses persists. Partly to himself, partly because brain damage freaks people out.
Simon’s eyes dart from her raised hand to her face to a sweep of the train station, and (with one last dig into her ribs before she is freed) pushes himself upright, meeting her eyes. Mercifully, the position doesn’t exacerbate the headache any. ]
Thanks for being here.