Gilbert glanced up at her for a moment before he understood why she was sorry. "Ah. It is nothing to worry yourself over. I assure you that my memory has not been the reason I should not suppose that we are still friends. It is more a lack of communication on both sides since the end of school and the war. It was to be expected."
"Insomnia is a troublesome creature," he said quietly. Not that he really believed it to be an animal. It just was. "Of course. I rather understand your meaning."
As Angela stood, he stood. He still never understood why he took such a fancy to the decorum of a society that was mostly gone now...and it was not like he followed it at school, but now that he could, he would. "Not quite."