[He's quiet for a few long moments, and it seems like he's going to stay that way. Eventually, though, he takes a deep breath, and;]

I saw someone I thought I trusted, doing something I can't really describe to someone else I care about, and- I'm wondering if he did the same to me. It'd...explain a few things, if so.

[He reaches up to touch the side of his head. His hair has grown in enough to cover the tattoo, over the weeks, but it's still there.]

Did I tell you I woke up missing six weeks of my life? In a gas station bathroom, too. I went to my apartment, and- someone else was there. They said I'd sold it, signed it over to them the month before. I couldn't remember.