[He musters another smile at that, and this time it doesn't falter, despite his sheepish response.]
Wonder how I'll even know. Should I remember that I can't remember something? It sounds messy as hell.
[He's grateful, though, truly, and it shows in his expression and the softness of his smile. That fear won't go away with only this, and they both know it, but the fact that he can lean on her support is an immeasurable comfort. He wouldn't be able to even half-joke about this if she wasn't reassuring him. He suspects there will be problems if and when he happens to forget things, but he also doubts those problems will come from her. He just... has to do his best not to blame himself for it, or her by proxy. His frustrations or grief doesn't mean it's anyone's fault.
Something to work on. Nobody's perfect, that's for sure.]
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Wonder how I'll even know. Should I remember that I can't remember something? It sounds messy as hell.
[He's grateful, though, truly, and it shows in his expression and the softness of his smile. That fear won't go away with only this, and they both know it, but the fact that he can lean on her support is an immeasurable comfort. He wouldn't be able to even half-joke about this if she wasn't reassuring him. He suspects there will be problems if and when he happens to forget things, but he also doubts those problems will come from her. He just... has to do his best not to blame himself for it, or her by proxy. His frustrations or grief doesn't mean it's anyone's fault.
Something to work on. Nobody's perfect, that's for sure.]