The evening sky stretched out before you, hues of pink and orange blending seamlessly as Thoma sat beside you in the tranquil Kamisato Estate garden. The soft rustling of leaves was the only sound between you, and his usual warmth seemed tempered by a gentle sadness. Still, his presence was unwavering, as steady as ever.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” Thoma said softly, his gaze steady and understanding as he noticed the conflicted look on your face. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You stared at him, trying to dig through the fog in your mind, seeking some spark of recognition. All that came was a vague sense of comfort, a quiet peace whenever his smile lit up his face. But your thoughts remained scattered, and your heart felt heavy with the uncertainty.

“I just… I don’t remember,” you murmured, the words coming out as a whisper. “How do I make it up to you?”

Thoma chuckled softly, his hand reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was as tender as it always had been, a reminder that even in this moment of confusion, there was care and warmth between you. “You don’t need to do anything. Just being here with me is enough,” he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm.

He paused, his smile lingering before he spoke again, his voice low and filled with warmth. “We’ll make new memories. And if that’s all we have right now, then I’ll cherish every moment.”

His words settled deep in your heart, and though the gaps in your memory remained, a deep, undeniable connection to him stirred within you. Thoma held out his hand, his smile patient and warm. “We’ll take it slow, one step at a time. No rush. I’ll always be here to help you, no matter what.”