Some of those statements are incredibly bold, but he is content not to argue, to let himself be comforted by her fussing at his hair, just the tiniest ear-flick of disagreement before both settle. It would be a stupid argument anyway, what does it even mean to be less yourself? That's not a thing. Philosophy is for the kind of people who buy books of aphorisms. If you're into that, he's got a broom to sell you, all parts recently replaced.

"'Course I can, dummy. How well do you think I'd be doing on this surprise vacay if you weren't here to do all the boring stuff, like networking and bird-murder? But look at us, we're crushing it." Goofs aside, he thinks he took that to heart? Then as now, he wouldn't have done so well without her, that's just the truth. He shouldn't think of it like remembering being a different person; he remembers being the same person but sorely weakened, like his legs were cut out from under him. "What do you mean, you're not the same?"