[...You know, the fact that he's talking to what might be the world's oldest man doesn't bother Bigby all that much. Compared to what's happening right now, and what he knows in his heart that he's experienced before even if he can't immediately remember it, this doesn't seem all that weird.

Which probably accounts for how conversational he sounds.]

Forty— no. Hang on. [Give him a minute. Like, a literal minute.] Forty-one. Halfway close.

[Ever since he met Tsume, it's been getting easier to pull up the — in his own words — petty, irrelevant little details that don't seem as important as the bigger ones he's forgetting, like people and chunks of his past. But the more he thinks about it, the current year is a pretty damn important detail, and this just proves it.]

But, yeah. I'll bet. For someone who's gone through a metric ton of shit, you at least sound like you've aged pretty well. [There's that!]