With the cup in one hand, he sticks his other hand in his pocket. As they walk, he takes a minute to analyze everything. Something is buzzing in his brain. "You know, you have an unfair advantage. You remember things...and feelings...and..." he trails off, not really sure what his point was. Because it wasn't really it's not fair that I can't remember why this feels so good and, well, natural. Nope, couldn't possibly be thinking that. Or how much he rather does want to continue.