Moca... I made no mention of either of you in my written message to the village. I did not remember you to be able to do so.

[And he's sorry for it, truly and deeply. Zev twists in his seat, setting the mug down with a soft murmur of apology as he stands to extend an arm to Jack properly.]

But I remember you now. Most of you. Though I could do with a thorough reminder?

[And isn't there something inherently wrong with him sounding so uncertain? With him asking permission when it had never been something he'd ever had to ask before in their shared past?]