[He's sort of following along; his memories are vague, but they're present enough that he isn't entirely lost. At the same time, a lot of what Shuji's saying doesn't make sense. He doesn't remember the missing time. And what makes the least sense of all is--]

How the hell would that be your fault?

[He squeezes Shuji around the shoulders, tight and reassuring.]

That wasn't you. You didn't do that. You didn't make me go anywhere, and you wouldn't hurt me.