He gave her a slight shrug. “Sorta? There was always something…” He set his utensils on the plate for a moment and lifted his hand, gesturing to the back of his head. “There was always something nagging at me. Like I knew that I lived with someone, and I knew that I had just moved in. But there were more important things distracting me. Princesses, ponds. They were all I could think about. Until I found you.” He gave her another smile, the farthest thing away from a smirk, before he cleared his throat back to more important matters.
The thought of another person was a little unsettling. It didn’t matter that his other him was a frog (well, maybe a little) but to have someone else always lurking, and apparently always has been, was… “Weird.” He chewed another piece and washed it down with a bigger than usual gulp of wine. “Do you think you think so? Think Sleeping Beauty’s always been inside?”