His hand is cupping her cheek, stroking a thumb over it as she tells him these things. He closes his eyes for just a moment, listening to it before he huffs out a laugh, opening his eyes and shaking his head.

"And now I remember those other times, but not you..." he says and bites the bottom of his lip, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry about that, Natalia..." he wants to remember her. He can't really believe he can't, how could he have touched, kissed, and loved the most beautiful women in existence and come out of it nothing. It's not fair to either of them.