[And this is exactly why she's his god. It has to be. Because they agree on things. It makes them a formidable team.] Yes! Exactly. I couldn't have said it better myself.

A deal? What kind of deal? [He's always been rather curious after all. Listening to her, he's canting his head to the side before grinning.] I think I can agree to that.

[Though he feels kind of bad because she's been doing all this other stuff for him, stuff he just doesn't know; has no memory of ever doing. He knows his memory is off but...]

Not that anyone should be.

[He'd stay there forever but he's already stayed longer than he feels is proper so - he's drawing back, biting at his lower lip. His brows coming together at that question.]

Then make their eyes open. Make yourself seen, if not seen appeal to another sense - make yourself felt. Become a presence they can't ignore.

[He's nodding, cupping her cheek gently in his hand, thumb rubbing gently under her eye.] I know but I would never lead you a stray.

Minou. [He echoes the word softly and blinks at her. It's a word he knows. A word he remembers. In his head there's a flicker of green eyes a warm smile, slender fingers fluffing through his hair. 'Let's play a game, Minou. It makes his head hurt but he's holding on to the memory as long as he can before rubbing the heel of his hand against his throbbing temple.] I like it.