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[Sent a few hours after this madness]

are you free? I could go for a game of cards.

[ ... Oh my. ]

yeah im free. want me to come over or do you wanna come here?

whichever's easier on you. I'm in the paisley med lab right now, but I can make it over.

its no prob ill be right there!

[ Hey, it gets him off the ship for a little bit, and he never minds that.

And it really isn't that long before he gets to the Paisley, and not that much longer before he actually finds the medical labs. He pokes his head in. ]

Hey, Stefan?

[Stefan's sitting on one of the beds; it helps that people are rarely injured here, and even fewer of his crewmates think to look for him here. He manages a smile upon seeing Yosuke, though it's thin.

He's shuffling the deck of cards in his hands, over and over again.] Hey, Yosuke. We can move to the kitchen... or hang out here, whichever's easier.

[He's even dragged one of those rolling tables over by his side of the bed, with two glasses (one with soda, one with green tea) on it. Technically, food and drink shouldn't be here, but this is Stefan's space, so... rules can be broken tonight.]

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[ Even from the text, Yosuke could tell something's wrong right now, and seeing that faint of a smile on his friend's face just confirms it.

He shakes his head, takes a seat on the next bed over. ]

Let's just stay here. Less chance of people just randomly walking in, or something. [ He pauses, a little hesitant, but... ah, what the hell. ] Is everything okay?

[Good question. Stefan couldn't be better physically - the body scanner said as much - but emotionally? He's not even sure what he's feeling. Guilt, certainly. Embarrassment too, maybe?

It's a jumbled mess of emotions, and Stefan can barely keep it together as he finally stops shuffling the cards. A few inevitably fly into his face.] Yeah. Well, no.... kind of.

[Deep breath.] I think I might've mentioned this to you before, but your lab tech, Elena? She's actually from my world.

[ Okay, so Yosuke does have to bite his lip to keep a "snrk!" from escaping. He shakes his head and reaches to pick up the ones that came closest his way. ]

Oh, yeah, you did. [ Not too much else, though, and therefore Yosuke's not really sure where this is going. But he's listening. ]

[Stefan's misery can easily be someone else's amusement - and actually, it makes him feel better as he picks up the rest. Just a little.]

We were pretty close. She'd drop by my place all the time, and I'd find myself hanging out at hers, you know? Long story short, I broke her trust. I, uh, I might've omitted some important stuff to her.

I'm not... I don't think I'll ever get it back. [While he knows why Elena's upset, it's the "regaining her trust" part that worries him.] I don't even know if I've got the right to mope about this, you know?

[ He hands the cards back over as he's listening... then he shakes his head. ]

Hey, don't even. Of course you've got the right to mope about it, if you think it's bad enough that she won't trust you again. I don't think you'd be so upset if you didn't care.

But... she's your friend, right? You don't think you guys can talk about it later, after some space or something? I mean... how bad was it?

[That's a good point. Stefan mulls it over for a few seconds as he accepts the cards.]

On a scale of one to ten? I think I hit a twenty. We went through a lot back home... and we sorta-kinda might've dated each other in high school? Which complicates things.

[Not because they ended their relationship. That, he's accepted. It's the trust he's put in Elena, and how he used to tell her everything, only to suddenly stay silent when she needed him most. (Or perhaps he needed her?)] I promised her I'd tell her everything, and this time... I didn't.

[ Ahh. He gets a sympathetic wince for that. ]

And it wasn't just something important, more like it was something really important, huh? [ Yay, context clues! (sort of) ] That's... hard. [ Sigh. ] I'm sorry, man. That definitely seems like something that's gonna need some time before things start to cool off at all. You know?

[ He's got some amount of hope, though - maybe it's just because he doesn't know the entirety of the situation, or maybe it's because he's really that optimistic. Or both! ]

I hope.

[Yosuke's been great about not asking exactly what Stefan omitted, so Stefan figures - the least he could do is elaborate on it a little.] The thing I didn't tell her, man.. I lost my memories two years ago. Or it was two years ago for me, time works weird here.

But I've been getting them back in... bits and pieces, like little bursts. When I saw Elena for the first time, it was like getting most of them back in one big rush, and ever since, it's been, uh, flooding.

I didn't want to worry her, so I kind of... pretended everything was okay. [When you know, it clearly wasn't.]

You... lost your memory? Geez, did something happen?

[ He knows it's none of his business, and is fully expecting to be told as much, should Stefan reserve that right! But in the meanwhile... ]

So... what, you pretended you never lost your memory at all? Even though seeing her is what brought back a lot of it?

Pretty much. Which sounds even stupider when you put it like that. [He would groan at himself, but he's really tired of the eternal pity party in his head.

Yosuke, though, does deserve more of the truth. Stefan's not sure how to explain his memory loss quickly or concisely - but you know what, he's gonna try.]

Long story short, I was sent to another world where I... I guess you could say, I was given false memories? And a life that wasn't quite mine. About a couple years ago, I started getting my "real" memories back, and then bit by bit, everything fell back into place.

Except not really. [Because he has no clue who Stefan is anymore.] I kinda liked my false life more than my real life, even though Elena was a huge part of it, and so it's a giant question of "do I stay this person? Or be the guy she remembered me as?"

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