Raju glances up again with a frown. "I know you do," he says, confused that that's the part Francis found unusual enough to note among all the awful detritus of the horrible dragging slog that those few days had been, and looks away again. "After everything you've said and done for me, you still think I don't?"

Despite everything that comes with remembering that time, with even so briefly describing any of it, Raju finds his tone leaning fonder toward the end, and finds himself smiling. Which is probably a good thing, anyway, it'll soften the question. "What more do you think you have to do, exactly? For me to know?"