If Bragi had looked confused before, he looked even more confused now. He scoured the back corners of his memory for the moment he kissed her twice on the road, but since that moment would be in the very front of his mind rather than the back, if it happened to be in his memory at all, Bragi didn't find it. It was lost, and Bragi purposefully kept looking in the wrong places.
“I remember when I told you about the rift..” Bragi said. He nibbled his lip. His brow furrowed. No one had ever accused him of kissing them twice. It was an odd accusation. He couldn't have kissed her twice. She never wanted to settle down. Bragi did want to settle down. He had to wait for her to change her mind, otherwise Bragi might not ever get to settle down, and he did really want to do that. He wouldn't meet this kind of goddess more than once, and as long as there was a shred of hope left, Bragi was willing to wait for her as long as it took. That might be a very long time.
If he did kiss her twice, that would have helped him. Bragi couldn't tell her that a friendship between the two of them would never work with words. That would frustrate his plan, and his plan depended on her being frustrated and him not allowing himself to be. But a kiss or two when standing on a transitional rift could do it better than words anyway. He just couldn't remember it. Not unless it was over and Bragi needed a once-twice to fall back on. If he happened to lose everything else, that was something he could maybe find and curl his fingers around.
“I'm sorry,” Bragi said, “I don't really understand what you are talking about with the rest of it. I remember telling you about the rift. Then we walked across it. You crossed at the same time even though I offered to go first. Then we parted ways...” He tilted his head a little. "I'm sorry. Kissing you twice sounds like something I'd remember. Are you sure this happened?"