His musings were interrupted by a voice his mind found familiar. It was not placed immediately--a nickname was annoying but not enough to pull recognition. It was only when he turned partially towards the voice did he recall.

...In vivid awareness, with lucid fluidity. That woman. Three weeks had not nearly been enough to sever the layer of annoyance that settled over that night's memories. In response to her casual greeting, Albedo's eyes narrowed, expression drying. "...Sadly, yes."

Ah, if one worried about a fraying mind, best to give it focus, no? And here, have focus in the form of irritation.

It was possible the boy would have preferred a mental cracking.