[He seizes on that stupid joke to elbow William playfully as he leads him in and over to the new couch. (It's still huge. He'd insisted on that.) It's easier to react to William's cockiness than the first part, which felt . . . weird, to think about. It's such a poetic thing to drop into conversation like that—romantic, even if it's not literally you-and-me romantic or anything. It makes him feel funny to hear, and he can't decide whether to address it, even though he's had his own experience with lost memories that it brings to mind.

Maybe later. It's easier to just play along, enjoy seeing him again.]

You're so full of it! Yeah, yeah. You get any better at video games while you were gone? Probably not, huh? So I'll kick your ass this time for sure! Unless you'd rather watch something!