He stares across the table at her, and though there's no distinct memory coming to mind yet, there's a buzz that quickly spreads over his skin. And he really, really wishes that he could figure all this shit out, not even because he wants to relive the memory (though... well), but instead because he can't parse that expression on her face fully out.

Or why it makes his chest twist.

"Wouldn't be the first time I did that," he admits, jaw tensing briefly. "Though by the sound of it, you're doin' a whole lot better now."