Alexander stared, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He didn't know what half of the things she had just said meant, but he did know that, yes! She had known him before that blank spot in his memories. He he tried not to blink, since that would mean he wouldn't be able to see her for a split second and what if she disappeared? Eventually, though, he had to blink, and that soup did smell good, and he was hungry, almost all the time, as if his body needed to catch up to him somehow. He ate a few spoonfuls of the soup before replying,
"I'm glad we're friends, Hannah." Alexander said sincerely, "I hope you can help me - I don't remember anything before I was born in the closet. Do- do you know what I am? What are you?" His voice lowered somewhat, "They call me an angel a lot at the church, but I don't think I'm really an angel at all."