"Guess not." Except that doesn't feel right or true, not for him. Maybe for other people it is, but he's always been terrible at this. Terrible at pretending. Even just to himself.

"Unless part of you does remember. And it drives you fucking crazy trying to get you to pay attention. Look at what you don't wanna see. That's why I was..." He trails off, spins a finger next to his temple and shoots Andrea a significant look. "Why I am. It's better, not fighting it. It still isn't good."