I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re going to figure it out somehow, okay? Don’t freak out or anything.

Don’t you think a little bit of freaking out is indicated in a situation where it’s clear that one or both of the beliefs that we have about our pasts is at best woefully misremembered and at worst indicative of complete schizophrenia?
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...