[This sucks is such a versatile and accurate statement, honestly, because there is a lot about the situation that totally sucks. He nods to show his agreement, resting his chin on the palm of his hand -- she's right that there's no telling what other memories differ, too.

But--]

Still me, [he says with a soft hint of a smile, tipping his head a bit.] And you're still you.

[Ah. She's right on the mark again, though. His expression turns thoughtful.] I guess, yeah. I just keep thinking about how I was supposed to visit for Golden Week. [There's a short pause, here, as he works out an addition to those words. There's a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, too.]

... I can't say I'm glad you're here. But I am really glad to see you again.