He nods, that seems reasonable to him. He wishes he could force more memories, know him better. He has to trust the process though so he leans in and gives her forehead a kiss in agreement.

"I'm sure you make me better," he reassures her, "I don't have those memories, but I can feel it deep down somehow. Instinct or something?"

He doesn't know how to explain it so that will have to do. This desire to fold her up in his arms and keep her close to him. To protect her more then anything, it's all too much so instead he just dips down to give her another kiss.

"Anyone who couldn't see you is an idiot, you're right here, perfect."