Natasha watches him walk into the apartment, his back to her, and gives it a moment before she follows him. It lets her steel herself with a breath. Try to wrestle all that love she still has for him - the other him - back where it belongs. Its not fair to put any of this on his shoulders. He's never owed her anything before. He's not going to start now just because he's still alive.

"Thank you," she says finally as she moves into the apartment. Still giving him some space as she leans against the wall near the kitchen. Part of her wonders if she should just leave. The rest of her is pretty sure that's just her latent urge to put her head down and keep running when things get hard. And that it would be unforgivable to give him that kind of information about his other self when he's so...alone here.

"Any time you want me to leave, just point at the door and I'll go. No hard feelings. And uh, if you have questions. I'll answer them." There's not much else she can offer. But there are worse places to start than the truth.