*He's silent for a moment, testing the 'forced to talk' question, before shaking his head.*

Me. I-i...I can't think. I can? Its wrong.

*It was like...before. Before he--oh god. No no no, that can't be right, he can't go back to the past, it was supposed to be Gone. He'd left it behind him. Oh god, what is he going to do?

His grip on the water bottle tightens and his breathing and heart rate increase. She can probably see the electrical signals in his brain starting to go into overdrive as he completely fails to fight off a panic attack.*