[ The memories filter through him occasionally in the most random of times. Some days are good, some are bad. Sometimes, even a bad memory makes it a good day because it's his, a piece of him slotting back into place like a jigsaw puzzle.
Today isn't a bad day. Today, it's raining and quiet, with no agenda and no plans, no tests, no obstacles, just music that nobody but the two of them really enjoy from a long, long time ago. There, in the stillness, a memory comes sliding back into place and his lips twitch up on one side.
He doesn't turn his head, doesn't look over, just begins to speak apropos of nothing. ]
You 'member when you were- I don't know, twelve or thirteen and you finally got a girl to go to the dance with you, and the day before you realized you didn't know how to waltz?
(mild spoilers?)
Today isn't a bad day. Today, it's raining and quiet, with no agenda and no plans, no tests, no obstacles, just music that nobody but the two of them really enjoy from a long, long time ago. There, in the stillness, a memory comes sliding back into place and his lips twitch up on one side.
He doesn't turn his head, doesn't look over, just begins to speak apropos of nothing. ]
You 'member when you were- I don't know, twelve or thirteen and you finally got a girl to go to the dance with you, and the day before you realized you didn't know how to waltz?