[He of course remembers each vividly. The soup was for when he had been injured and they were still getting to know each other, yet she still made it with sincerity. The stir fry he counts as it happened before he had his memories... And it was that same night he realized his feelings for her. The sweetness of the flowers that had been inadvertently added he also now knows had been her own feelings for him at the time.
He lifts a hand to take some loose strands of her hand, threading it between his fingertips before lifting it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.]
But people are already doing that... I just don't need to give them anymore things of mine to covet.
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Tomato soup in Avalon. A stir fry here.
[He of course remembers each vividly. The soup was for when he had been injured and they were still getting to know each other, yet she still made it with sincerity. The stir fry he counts as it happened before he had his memories... And it was that same night he realized his feelings for her. The sweetness of the flowers that had been inadvertently added he also now knows had been her own feelings for him at the time.
He lifts a hand to take some loose strands of her hand, threading it between his fingertips before lifting it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.]
But people are already doing that... I just don't need to give them anymore things of mine to covet.