Words were somehow very difficult to say right now. He's not good at expressing how he felt about anything. It wasn't a struggle in the past when he was young. He was able to express himself very openly, doing what he wanted whenever he wanted to the only person that shared the same face as him. He loved him so much yet, at the same time, he felt like he hated him. He didn't understand why he felt that he would hate someone who was always there for him. There were still too many holes to fill and he knew how dangerous it would be if he tried to delve into them now, with his recovered memories.

His grip on Zero's arm became tighter, almost desperately holding on, perhaps afraid that Zero would walk out on him-- but why?! He didn't understand it. It was too much. He really didn't know what else to do, so instead, he just moved closer, because instinctively it felt right. He understood it now that he could recall at least something. Without much warning, his forehead rested against Zero's shoulder.

"What are you apologizing for, dummy?"