"Yeah! We'd visit Grandma and Grandpa and you'd make so many mistakes about which star was which that they joked about you--" audible pause. He looks sheepish. "Err...my dad...having a bad memory for someone who studied the mind." Morning kicks at the floor a bit. "Lost glove...probably. That'd make sense when I only have the one."

He works the gloved hand, feeling the leather against his skin. It's not worn in to him...probably pretty new. He likes the feeling, though.

...He doesn't want it to get worn in.