She thought about that as she moved to the stove and added the pasta, set the sauce to simmer. "He doesn't want to remember what happened before? Is that because it upsets him?" she asked, looking over at him way on the other side of the kitchen.
She stirred the sauce, and she watched him put out the plates. She was staring at him as he moved around, and she only realized it a moment later, and she shook her head with a quiet laugh at herself. "Do you think they exist right now?" she finally asked, catching his gaze and holding it when she looked back at him.