Adrien's eyes widened, first shock, then despair, and finally hurt. He didn't pull away from her. His fingers closed on her shirt, gripping it in what seemed like a want of comfort, not anger.

If he liked somebody... he hadn't seen a single whisper of them since he'd been hurt. No contact, not even a phone call or a text.

If he liked somebody... then it was clear they didn't give a damn about him.

"Then it's a good thing I don't remember," he said softly, his voice catching a little about the edges. He made himself smile. "Because they clearly don't return my feelings."