Yep, that's about right. Greg nods, slowly. "That's right. I got so caught up in having a nice time, I never once thought about coming back, or calling, or... you." The last word is bitter in his mouth. Even knowing full well that it was an enchantment and beyond his control, the idea of it is so shameful to say out loud.

"Steven, I... I can get used to horns and tusks and whatever else this place throws at me. And, and the danger... it's not something I like, but it's not the worst we've faced. But..." He squeezes his eyes shut, and forces out more of those words he hates to hear out loud.

"But if there's magic here that can do that... that can make us... forget each other, or stop..." He swallows. "I can't bear the thought of that."