*smiles weakly* I wonder what he would say (or, well, sign), hearing us talk about him like he's my shadow or something.
*bites his lip and withdraws his hand, thinking if he torments his lunch anymore it probably won't go down very well (if he can muster the will to eat it at all, that is)* You know that lady I told you about? The one from Delving, who thought I looked like her son. Sons. *repositions his cheek on his hand* She's here. Or she was. She was at the café the other day, and I didn't see her until, um.
*takes in a breath and lets it all out in a quiet rush, words and air both* Until her daughter came running over, cute little girl, but she thought I was her brother, and she kept calling me 'Ro—by his name, and then she started crying when I wasn't—when I didn't remember her, and now I almost wish I did remember so she wouldn't have to... *trails off and shakes his head, rather deflated now* I'm just not him.