His first name was still unusual here, rimarily saved for May when she was being particularly affectionate and Clint when he was particularly exasperated, so hearing someone else call him Grant was a little confusing. But he rolled with it, offering her a very slight smile. Neither of them were sure of themselves in this situation, faced with two people who were familiar and yet not in the same breath, and as she continued talking, it hit him just true that actually was.
"In effect, yes," Ward said, a slight hint of regret in his voice at the situation. She seemed like a really good person, someone he was sure he would have liked if he had gotten to see more than just the small glimpses that they had. It was even more unnerving to think that there were weeks, maybe months (the timeline hadn't been especially clear) of memories with him that she had which he had no idea about. He wasn't sure which bit was more disheartening. "I wish I could say that there was so recognition beyond that, but I would be lying if I did," He said, pausing to smile slightly crookedly. "And I've been trying this whole new kick of not being duplicitous, even for the best of reasons."
Not that Ward imagined he had ever lied to her, outright, at least. There had been a few things that he'd clearly fudged the truth on, but that wasn't entirely the same. It never had been.
"You don't see anything familiar in me, do you?" Ward asked, the question phrased gentle, not necessarily a push but certainly curious.