"If you'd shared that moment in conversation, I would gladly hear about it. You could tell me the parts you wanted to share, in the way you wanted to share them." He has a sip of the vodka, picking out some salmon for himself. "But I only wish to learn what others want to share. Each memory feels like a landmine. I learn so much from simply standing in someone's past, seeing the place they're in, the way they move, the way they dress, the words they speak..."

If he had a tail, it would be twitching. Instead, he rubs his thumb against the rim of the glass. "Some people enjoy learning others secrets. I never have."