Church is quiet for a minute, letting Tex touch his face — seriously, what does he look like? — and explore his features to her heart's content. It feels ... kind of nice.

And when she asks if he remembers anything, he shakes his head. "Nope. I Really don't." He frowns a little, but the expression's quick to fall off his face. "I don't know how this shit works, but ... I guess my memories got wiped or. Something. I d'unno, Tex." He sighs, shrugs, huffs a little. "Unless you got a memory beam ... re-instater ... thing ... we're kind of shit outta luck in the whole memory department."