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Thankfully oblivious to Clay being awake, Clarence offered the agouti boy before him a small smile. Which, of course, faded at his question, his ears pressing back just a little. "I'm okay," he responded. It'd been a long time since his flashback - honestly, he thought he was getting good at managing them. "Um, if it was Memory you were talking to, I tried to get away. I didn't mean to hurt him - he was just... he kept trying to pin me down and it made things worse, but it wasn't his fault, either." Shame filled his body, heating it from the inside out. "He didn't know. I didn't know. But I'm being a lot more careful now, with everyone." His tail tucked just a bit as well, afraid that he was about to be chastised or punished or worse. Of course, it was an unfounded worry, but... he had really hurt Memory, whether he'd meant to or not.