Faust took a moment to try and get himself back under control, to somehow fit the overspill of emotion safely back into place. "I know. Thank you."

He took a deep, sighing breath. "Sometimes it's the small things that make me remember. Then it's as if it happened yesterday. They told me it's supposed to get easier with time. But it never does."

Then he looked back up at Clara. "You're very kind, you know."