"Time after time," He says before continuing to hum a little bit. He listens to everything she says nodding, it makes sense. Of course they would have had cover like that, easy way to keep them together without it being suspicious.

"Do you have a device that can play the song? I think I'd like to hear it all?" he asks, he's not sure if she does, he assumes they can get it somehow later if not. He didn't currently have any electronics as he keeps having to dump them on the move, not worth the risk of being found.

Of course, she'd found him anyways.

Everything she's telling him makes sense, it fits with his memories, but almost too well like it was just the edge pieces of a puzzle coming together purposefully leaving the rest out. He wants to ask why he has memories of them doing, physical things together, far beyond public kissing that would be in missions. Surely, that wasn't part of it right? The Red Room didn't have that much control over them to force that?

Plus what if it was worse and it was somehow his fault, or forced, he didn't fully know what his brain was capable of. It wasn't what he could really imagine, but his brain and memory were shit, tossed into a blender and pureed. Stranger things could have happened.

"When we worked together, did I ever hurt you?" He asks quietly eyes narrowing in concern.