The sleeve tugging he allowed. The shoulder clasp, however, was unwelcome and he involuntarily flinched before righting himself and pretending that moment never happened. For now he fell into a role he knew too well (his amnesia having failed to knock that out): the quiet kid who barely responded to clinical questions. He honestly didn't expect something like this to happen today, but Robert guessed it was inevitable--he should want to know what happened to make him lose his memory, shouldn't he? It was better than being as confused as he was now, stranger in a foreign land so it would seem.