"Excuse me for having memory loss." Akira sarcastically replied.
"No, I'm not blaming you." I shook my head. "I still can't believe you don't have any memories." I mumbled.
"Why? Because you have them?" Akira heard me.
"Well, yeah." I bluntly answered. Akira sighed.
"How do you think I feel about you having memories?" Akira grumbled.
"Whatever. Even if we continue to ponder about that, we won't get anywhere. We don't know why or how. I also don't know how I can come up with answers to those questions." I was frustrated.
"Maybe we should stop here." Akira sounded like he was placating me. "You need to relax and not stress yourself out for a full recovery. We can tackle your problems tomorrow, okay?" I easily pictured Akira's usually grin that matched his tone.
"Okay." I agreed.
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow!" Akira merrily said.
"Yeah. Oh, are you still coming to pick me up?" I asked before we hung up.
