[He glances back over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow.] Of course we don't. We didn't share much at all. [Except a girl he'd known, and saved, and lost. For a moment, he's tempted to take the helmet off so he doesn't have to explain, to give Charles one more thing to truly KNOW about him. But he doesn't. He turns back to the window.]
[Spam]
Maybe we'll forget on your own.