Wormmon is no longer afraid. Instead, Wormmon is sitting up in Ken's hold, looking from Eight to Ken in alarm. She's touching - she's -
Ken-chan!
"What's she doing??"
"U-um...." Having his hair touched out of nowhere is making Ken's cheeks flush a little. Right, he just - has to say it, and clear this up. "Have we met?
"I'm sorry," he immediately amends, since she's clearly so happy to see him, and he hates doing this to someone who's so pleased by his presence, even if he doesn't know why. "My memories are unclear."
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HUUUUUUHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!
Wormmon is no longer afraid. Instead, Wormmon is sitting up in Ken's hold, looking from Eight to Ken in alarm. She's touching - she's -
Ken-chan!
"What's she doing??"
"U-um...." Having his hair touched out of nowhere is making Ken's cheeks flush a little. Right, he just - has to say it, and clear this up. "Have we met?
"I'm sorry," he immediately amends, since she's clearly so happy to see him, and he hates doing this to someone who's so pleased by his presence, even if he doesn't know why. "My memories are unclear."