[He lights up at the praise, squeezing her hand back around a pulse of joy at pleasing her. When she reaches for his head, he can't help but laugh around this weird memory-upon-layers-of-memory of her running her fingers through his hair.]

You can take it off. I'll just put it in my pocket for now.

[Leaning his cheek against the top of her head, he holds his hand out for her to deposit his hat into.]

You like my hair. I remember that, too. I don't remember shit but I remember your name and that, isn't that crazy?