God they were bad at this. At talking. A word here and there and they were getting nowhere.

"Yeah, yeah it did." A glance down at his glass before raising his eyes to her. Honesty, he reminds himself. No ducking this. "I kissed him."

"Slept with him." And even though Lenny couldn't remember his past, nothing had felt so right in recent memory. Lenny didn't have the memories, but he had the feelings, the instincts, everything that had been him.