His eyes widen in panic and it feels like the world has flipped upside down - suddenly he is the one who can't wait to leave. He looks for a moment like a frightened rabbit about to bolt and then... something stops him.... something about the look in her eyes.

"...have we met before...?" He asks quietly, in lieu of answering the question - he suspects she'll understand that means the answer is yes.

He looks closer at her, the memories slotting into place even through the fuzz of his illness, and when he speaks again his voice is barely a whisper.

"...gūgu?"