[He curls his fingers tentatively around her wrists, petting down the length of her arm gingerly, hands retreating to rest on hers, where they're over his shoulders.]

I don't know. I can't tell. I have lost myself in these fugues for decades at a time. [He sounds frightened.] I had your scarf, I slept with it, and you lingered like a dream. You had freckles like a constellation on your shoulders. I saw a rabbit and I wanted to tell you about it. I - tell me something only us would know. A secret.