[On Fiddleford's end he can't imagine why the details would do him any good. He already knows it was bad, and he knows he wanted to forget it once, and he assumes if he finds out what it was he'll just want to erase it again. It would be a waste of time. And the very small selfish part of him that does want his best friend back doesn't want to know in case it destroys this (from his perspective) very tenuous connection they're rebuilding.
A lot of the tension leaves him. Not all of it, because at this point he doesn't think he can fully stop being tense, but it still feels as though a weight's been taken off his shoulders.]
Good. You're all I've got from... before, now. I don't want to lose that.
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A lot of the tension leaves him. Not all of it, because at this point he doesn't think he can fully stop being tense, but it still feels as though a weight's been taken off his shoulders.]
Good. You're all I've got from... before, now. I don't want to lose that.