Presley has no desire to speculate about absent parental figures. He doesn't really want to touch this memory either, which seems terribly precious and personal to Des, but alternative is being trapped here (Desmond being trapped here), and, well. Luckily Patrice and Uriah have no such reservations.

Presley crosses his arms and looks back and forth between his roommates: Uriah at the entrance of the bakery with the woman, Patrice at the bench with Des. "Does it matter? I for one would want no one to speak to me about anything they saw in my memories."