Jude doesn't know enough about even his own problems to know if that's any kind of normal, to just forget a thing without--all the rest of the problems that go with it. It doesn't sound like any kind of dementia, or like he took a blow to he head. Just--like being a different person. Like flipping a switch.

Maybe it's like Parker. Parker was always lucid, even when he wasn't him.

Without thinking about it, Jude leans counter to Bodhi's weight, pressing their shoulders together. It's warm by the fire, and that's--well, it doesn't feel like his sweater, but it's one he wears, strewn across Bodhi's lap. Is he supposed to relax into this, when Bodhi's here for such an ugly reason? "Most of those things go away though," he suggests. "Maybe it's like--when Baze was fading. Or your hair."