"That's — I mean, it's awful," Eden says, "but it's got to be nice, in a way. Way less pressure for both of you. I just wish people could do that with their memories intact. Other than us, anyway." Then again, isn't that exactly what she's lamenting? That Luke doesn't seem inclined to have expectations? Except that at the same time, it's endearing. She still can't get over how sweet he was on his birthday, in his own, clumsy way, and how clear it was that he's not accustomed to people doing things for him out of kindness or affection. "It sounds like he's a good fit."