It's been month since he was last seen, but you wouldn't remember.

How could you when not even his mother could?

Which is why he avoided visiting, or nearing that place, in fear of stumbling across you and confirming it. The thought of you, one of the very few people who had ever been there for him, forgetting him was scarier than he imagined, but fate had other plans, when you both crossed paths where you did years back.

Exchanging glances, filled with wishful thinking, and hopeful thoughts.

"Do I ... Know you?" You asked, clearly confused from the prolonged eye contact, but he couldn't help, really.

He never told you how much your voice calmed him or how your smile cheered him, or how on his worst of days just being by you comforted him, no. Instead he kept it all in, denying it- refusing it, for what do you mean he left his heart bare yet again?

"No, but I ..." He hesitated.

What did Nahida say again? "I to buy some of that." Nothing, clearly. How disappointed would she be to know how bad he had fumbled, "Tastes good?" At least he tried opening the conversation, that's an improvement and he was sure you would've thought so too, right?