Honestly, he barely knew what was going on inside of his head, himself - but he knew this was more than just a flashback, it had to be. Or, if it was, it was the most major sort of flashback anyone could have.

But first, he was most concerned with her - and with how her hand looked as soon as he let go. He frowned, feeling terrible, but she was smiling at him, and for a moment, all he could think was, How are you so absolutely perfect? She didn't look like she cared at all - she was clearly concerned about him, but beyond that... He tried to look at her, to make sure she really was all right, like she said, but she looked okay, and he visibly relaxed just a little further - before he asked, quietly, "Can we... stay here?" He didn't want to get up now, he didn't want to have to walk out of the park with all the other couples and families and pretend everything was just... fine. He knew she probably wanted to get out of here but he honestly wasn't sure he had the mental strength, right now, to put up a good face in public. "I need... I need a couple of minutes." He was ashamed to admit it, but there it was.