"I don't make myself hard to find," I said, with a shrug, meeting his smile with one of my own. I didn't know if it was because he could see into my head, but it seemed like we had a rare understanding.

"Your body remembers," I said, about the memories. It made me think of Brian. About the things I hadn't wanted to face about my own memories. About Bill and Stan, whose lives were shaped by a childhood they'd forgotten.

"Would've been easier if he hadn't been such a fuckin' freak about it," I observed, barely stifling an amused smirk. "But I figure you don't really like easy."