[He flinches as if burned at those words, his head jerking up to look at her, a myriad of emotions swirling through his head, before he lowers his eyes again.]
[......] I am. I was. I... don't know. [He does-- whenever he thinks back of that time, that park that was his favourite place to spend time in, for more reasons than just its beauty... he loves and hates that time, for those same reasons. It's something that is precious to him, and he feels horrible that it is.]