[Then, there's a slight moment of recognition. Not a huge one, but something that jives with what he does remember and he looks at her again, this time studying her face as though something in the expanse of it would trigger a memory, somewhere along the way.]

I remember that. I mean, I remember moving in with someone, after my dad got arrested. But ... who they are is just kind of ... blurry.

[Which he's sure probably doesn't help and he feels bad that he seems to have lost fifteen years of friendship, but at the same time there's nothing he can do about it now.]

I'm sorry.