He nods again. That's something at least. Even if had been brief and not remembered now, at least he'd had it.

"Good," he murmurs, then adds a bit louder. "Thanks." I guess. If only he could remember. Why did he need to before?

He's still for several seconds before it comes to him in a wave. Not all of it, but enough. Wednesday's dead, Dead Wife's not. His Coin is lost. That's why.

"Oh." He frowns at himself. "Sorry." The more he remembers things, the less eager he is to talk about them.