[Ferran turns towards the two of them soon enough to see that hesitant half step, but neither the dreamer nor the figment of memory respond to it externally. He watches Naminé with an apologetic tilt to his head and brow, a faint breath like a sigh leaving his nose.]

I'm sorry. [He turns his eyes away with some shame, holding the fragment of evidence that spurred him on his path close to his chest.] It's easy to get caught up in all this... I didn't mean for you to have to walk on eggshells like that.

[He was so, so sensitive then. Raw. Ready to snap at every little thing.]

Some of it still feels like it was yesterday. Even when I try to be better than that... you can't help what you dream, I guess.

[He turns his gaze back to Naminé and takes another couple of steps towards her, partly to reassure her; she's understandably cautious in the presence of his guardian even if he's merely standing there observing patiently, and... well, it's never nice to be forgotten by someone you care about.]

I hope I didn't upset you.