"It was a civil war then." He clasps his hands and lowers his head in thought. That little bit of information alone starts to shine a light on what he had experienced. At least if he regains his sense of the ugly truth he can hold it in his hands again and deal with it properly. "Thank you. That... helps."

He drinks some more wine and gives her a smile as he sets the glass down again. Alright. Take it step by step and for the moment, just be thankful she's here.

"I shouldn't have to ask you about these things or struggle to remember your real name." Stating the obvious, and an something with an obvious explanation but this next question sounds so very wrong without an apology of sorts.

"I hate to ask this but... Are we...?" Which word should he use? Married? Together? Lovers? His face starts to turn redder by the second.