His lips quirk at the moving cupcake. Look, he baked it himself. He can hold onto a sense of pride that people enjoy his baking, bizarre situation be damned.

Still, her question reminds him that even though she does remember him she doesn't remember everything. He wonders what order things will come back to her in, how long it will take. If she'll hate him all over again.

"Not everyone gets to keep theirs, though. Or remember their names, or what they looked like." He raises his eyebrows. "Besides, it's a unique sort of responsibility, having family here."