She studies his face even as he closes his eyes. Her thumb runs gently along his cheekbone as she waits, listening thoughtfully as he describes what's been tumbling back into his memory.

When his eyes open, there's a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. "You did those things with me - or a version of me. What's there to be embarrassed about, James?" As if to reinforce her point, she lets go of some of the space she's holding between them, settling in closer.