[There are so many emotions vying for Doppio's attention right now that he wouldn't be able to name half of them. What he can tell is that the feeling making his shoulders go slack as the Boss speaks this time, whatever it's called, is not Worse Than Before. It is, in fact, Less Alarming. He welcomes that.]
Your eyes are pretty, [he mutters, words unwittingly escaping him again, now that he isn't putting all of his effort into keeping his traitorous mouth closed.
A few months after the Boss arrived... That still isn't enough for Doppio to place it. It could have been any of the weeks he has forgotten; they come regularly.]
I forgot. ... Sorry.
[It isn't that strange, when he thinks of it that way. Though -]
... Good thing I stuck close by, right? Instead of wandering off like I usually do?
[That IS what happens most times - it must be, even though for the past while, he has snapped out of it relatively close to home.
His condition... Its return had been a relief at first, despite the pattern seeming somewhat different from what he was used to back home: several days missing - usually nearly a week - separated by what had to be at least a month, instead of intermittent, unpredictable gaps. It was familiar, almost strangely comforting, after several weeks of remembering just about every hour of every day. And of course it was comforting, knowing what he knows today; though he never realised it, each absence was an act of sharing. Now--]
Let's talk about something other than my lousy memory!
[...
He's not sure he meant to blurt that out, but at least it doesn't seem incriminating.]
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Your eyes are pretty, [he mutters, words unwittingly escaping him again, now that he isn't putting all of his effort into keeping his traitorous mouth closed.
A few months after the Boss arrived... That still isn't enough for Doppio to place it. It could have been any of the weeks he has forgotten; they come regularly.]
I forgot. ... Sorry.
[It isn't that strange, when he thinks of it that way. Though -]
... Good thing I stuck close by, right? Instead of wandering off like I usually do?
[That IS what happens most times - it must be, even though for the past while, he has snapped out of it relatively close to home.
His condition... Its return had been a relief at first, despite the pattern seeming somewhat different from what he was used to back home: several days missing - usually nearly a week - separated by what had to be at least a month, instead of intermittent, unpredictable gaps. It was familiar, almost strangely comforting, after several weeks of remembering just about every hour of every day. And of course it was comforting, knowing what he knows today; though he never realised it, each absence was an act of sharing. Now--]
Let's talk about something other than my lousy memory!
[...
He's not sure he meant to blurt that out, but at least it doesn't seem incriminating.]