[Such sweet words, spoken with an air of maturity and calm that belies the salty scent of tears. Here he comforts her, when the one truly in pain is himself. It seems she's always on this end of the spectrum- forgetting, rather than to be the one forgotten. Although, perhaps under these circumstances, it isn't even a matter of memory loss, but simply never having experienced such events yet.
But to know and love someone, and face them with no recognition must be one of the most painful feelings imaginable. The same pain Kaname once suffered through alone for over ten years.
Her hand gently rubs the back of his neck, while the other cradles his head. Of course she's overwhelmed, but not everything is about her, and she can only imagine how he's feeling. Especially because Ai must surely not know of him either. Otherwise, she's confident this child would have been mentioned long ago.]
Tell me about yourself. Tell me everything. [Her grips tightens around him, unwilling to part yet.] How old are you? And your name...?