[Jaime remembers them all too. Or, at least, he thinks he does. He supposes there's no way to remember whether or not you remember everything, and considering how awful his dreams had been? He's pretty darn glad for whatever ones wound up being left out.
He stretches his legs out in front of him, unsure of what to say, or how to say it. Hey man, sorry you died? Hope you weren't conscious while I was crying like a baby? Or maybe, hey, so could we forget about the whole alien invasion thing?
Nope, nope and nope. Instead, he just sort of shrugs.]
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Date: 2015-07-05 07:14 am (UTC)He stretches his legs out in front of him, unsure of what to say, or how to say it. Hey man, sorry you died? Hope you weren't conscious while I was crying like a baby? Or maybe, hey, so could we forget about the whole alien invasion thing?
Nope, nope and nope. Instead, he just sort of shrugs.]
I think I do too.
[He's a scintillating conversationalist.]