Re: Le Memory Emporium
"Don't think it's a matter of being happy, if you want me to elaborate. But there ain't much I would change. It's all made me who I am, and I'm comfortable with that." Fingers drummed on a strong bicep before he forced the digits to still, to be quiet and serene, and for a long while, he just watched her. The smile, the lift of her hands, the dirt beneath her fingernails, all the little pieces that made her up yet didn't in the same breath. It was like watching live theatre, a costume put on that didn't say shit about the person beneath. Nothing could be trusted, but that was part of the appeal, wasn't it?
"What would you forget? If you got one?" Because she seemed to be leaning towards grabbing one of those promises and swallowing it whole, and if he knew more, maybe he wouldn't blame her for doing so. "Or what would you recreate, as it were?"