He can't ignore her, not when she's the first - the only - person to be kind to him since he stepped off that bus and into a life he doesn't understand. And he definitely can't ignore her when it's clear how much she's hurting, how much what they had meant to her. He has no right to take that away from her - not when it's something he wants to cling to, himself.
"This one," he moved to show her the letter, one whose content was not particularly eventful, but still. "I remember writing it. I know where I was, I remember everyone horsing around while I was trying to write it..." It was hard to describe. He couldn't quite remember how he was feeling, what was going on in his head. He couldn't remember writing it to her, specifically, but still. "It's like remembering a snatch of something from a dream. It's maybe not all there... but some of it is." He moved to touch the paper, like maybe tactile sensation would help, but... "I don't think I remember what I was thinking, though." He couldn't remember more about her. But this had to be a start, didn't it?
Ahhh and then I got kidnapped ALL AFTERNOON LONG
"This one," he moved to show her the letter, one whose content was not particularly eventful, but still. "I remember writing it. I know where I was, I remember everyone horsing around while I was trying to write it..." It was hard to describe. He couldn't quite remember how he was feeling, what was going on in his head. He couldn't remember writing it to her, specifically, but still. "It's like remembering a snatch of something from a dream. It's maybe not all there... but some of it is." He moved to touch the paper, like maybe tactile sensation would help, but... "I don't think I remember what I was thinking, though." He couldn't remember more about her. But this had to be a start, didn't it?