That's so long ago, he barely remembers it. It feels like another lifetime. And now it's tied up in fighting Tex so recently, in remembering her as part of himself, because Alpha had felt that. it's confusing and he hates it. Wishes he could scrub his brain clean so he's just himself again.

"It doesn't matter now," he says flatly. "It's too late." He knows better now. He won't make the same mistakes twice.

He's ready to walk away when North speaks again. "Skateboards? What-" He shakes his head. "I don't even remember."