[That certainly answers that, and a look of near disappointment crosses Ren's face as he lets out a breath. That's quickly interrupted by the other man suddenly revoking his initial polite offer, however, and he grumbles a complaint as the rain starts to soak him through once more.]

You were like this the last time, too. [Maybe at another time he wouldn't try to rub it in further—he certainly understands the uneasiness that comes along with having memories rewritten, and he feels it for the near-stranger—but at the moment the iridescent downpour is making him feel a bit more open than usual, and of course he's got complaints. They're mostly directed to Retrospec or whatever higher deity might be watching, though, rather than Hux himself.]

You and the rain again. At this rate I'm going to start looking for you every time I forget an umbrella.