Joe seemed unsure but ... but the Joe before, he had friends. He had a life. He was loved. And Joe thought it would be nice to be that guy and not this one. He looked at Anthony, as if to try and suss out bad intent, before he relented and held up his hands. "You can keep them for now but please, don't throw them away. I might need them still. I guess I don't know myself as well as you do."

And wasn't that just sad and frustrating. Some stranger knew him better than he knew himself. He felt at a loss so often - he just wanted to know what happened and who he was. "Just make sure I don't do anything bad. I'd hate to hurt anyone. Especially you." Well, he was a friend. You didn't hurt friends.