It cuts a little. Actually, it cuts a lot, digging deep into fears of being forgotten. But he pulls up a smile, forces it onto his face.
"It's okay. We met a long time ago. I would've been surprised if you remembered. We were just kids. You were a very good friend to me, but it was only a brief time. Do you know how you got here?"
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"It's okay. We met a long time ago. I would've been surprised if you remembered. We were just kids. You were a very good friend to me, but it was only a brief time. Do you know how you got here?"