[It’s easy. He can remember. He can remember just fine, because this isn’t a universe where Timothy Wright has woken with weeks bled out of his skull, blinking against the pressure of a headache comprised of everything he can’t remember. This isn’t a universe where Timothy Wright occasionally squints because he cannot remember his own name. This isn’t that universe.]
[So why does he feel like he should write the name down somewhere, in case he forgets?]
[A shake of his head. It doesn’t matter.]
Pretty name. [Is that...is that all he meant to say? No - ]
no subject
[So why does he feel like he should write the name down somewhere, in case he forgets?]
[A shake of his head. It doesn’t matter.]
Pretty name. [Is that...is that all he meant to say? No - ]
You ready to go?