Scott | Allison Spam
He sees it, that momentary flash of recognition, though he doesn't really see it for what it is. Can't process what feeling was attached to it. But it makes his stomach flutter in a way he hasn't felt in a long time.
Her words don't instantly connect to the memory, it was so many years and bad experiences ago. He just frowns at her, "What?" he can practically sense her building anxiety, smell that mixture of fight or flight as she is trying to decide which way to go. It's enough to make him a little anxious, too, chewing on his thumb out of habit like he tends to when he's nervous.