"We did something last night? What kind of something? And why is my life complicated?" He couldn't help but ask, even though she told him he should remember on his own, damn tease. He strained himself a bit trying to remember, but he simply couldn't. Keith just didn't know anything about himself. He didn't even remember that he was covered in scars, that'd be a shock when he took his shirt off. Keith followed Alex, wondering what exactly was going on. Her words about their plans for the next night sparked something, drawings of plans flashed through his memory, but nothing coherent enough for him to understand. "I'm sorry, I don't know what tomorrow is" Keith said, looking down, frustrated at himself.<br/><br/>He just didn't understand, that was what was bothering him