[He can't help but feel a little embarrassed, mostly because he feels like he's been caught red-handed — of what he's being red-handed about, he's not even sure! Maybe the kiddish way he'd been addressing someone who is now a totally adult again. Pink in the cheeks, the embarrassment is pretty damn quickly replaced with some parts relief and some parts pride.]

I'm a pretty damn awesome friend, huh? But the pleasure's all mine, anyway.

[Phew. But that a crisis averted, right?

He toes at the ground, wincing.]

Sorry about snooping on your old memories. I swear I hadn't planned on it.