The emptiness felt like a dull ache in the back of his head, and he stared down at their joined hands, running his thumb back and forth. He would have to say it eventually. Best to do it now, before he was tempted to lie to her, to hurt her more.

"... I'm forgetting things," he whispered. "I know I am. I-"

He trailed off, made himself look up. "I should know your name."