That earns a full body cringe and the desperate wish for the earth to swallow him whole. He groans, dragging his hands down his face.

"I know." No anger, just glum admittance. This is embarrassing. He feels like a teenager all over again, and he's a 43 year old man.

"I remember, for once." Convenient. Why can't he ever have holes in his memory when it's convenient?

"Look--Aerith, you really didn't do anything wrong. If you would have insisted you weren't her sooner... I'm not even sure I'd listen."