[A long pause, frowning, for once trying to get past the anger and niggling ache she gets whenever she sees him around, not remembering, and think about what it's gotta be like for him.]

Sounds shitty. Really shitty.

[She'd hate it. Be kicking and screaming at people to shut up. And he was just listening and taking it like it was okay.]

Guess I keep hoping I wait long enough, you'll start remembering again. [But that isn't gonna happen.] Shouldn't keep bringing shit up with you. [It's the closest to an apology she can get.]