Payton blushed to his ears under the gaze of those damned green eyes. He know something was up. How could he not? His bride to be couldn't look at him and was hiding her face behind a fan. Payton couldn't really see a way out of this and felt himself begin to panic. Was it okay just to tell him? Would he be angry? Payton peeked at Alex and jumped looking away once again. He was being watched with so much curiosity. He was familiar? Did he remember after all. Payton didn't know if he should be scared of ecstatic.<br/><br/>"I-I'm not sure if you'd want to know the answer to that." Payton said as honestly as he could. Lying now would be was too hard. He could hardly think let alone lie straight. "I... You might not like who I am If you knew. You'll be disappointed. Pre-prehaps you should just stop trying to recall where it was that we've met..." He felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't do this. This wasn't a plan that could work. Not with Alex already knowing who he was. A gust of wind blew past, brushing his hair to the side and exposing his face to the sun. Payton hissed in pain as the rays hit his sensitive eyes and dropped the lace fan.