At least I haven't run into one of those weird -- [how to put it?] -- weird errors this place has been spitting out, while trying to wrap its head around time. [not in awhile, anyway] Though, now that I've said that ...

[now that he's said that, he pauses, almost waiting for something to happen to spite him. when it doesn't, he flashes Aerith a brief, wry smile, before, speaking of time:] It was late November, when I left home. [a beat] I don't suppose our concept of months line up?