"I would like that. It almost feels like that memory... We could do anything if only we worked together."

He shouldn't have said that but it was the feeling, that warm hopeful, 'we can do something', sort of feeling his past self had been experiencing. It was odd now, how familiar conversations like this felt now.

"Guess I should really meet more of 'us'."

The fork played over his plate, cutting a few bites of food and lining them so that there was enough crepe and salmon to go around.

"You still going to those meetings?"