Natasha listens as he talks, her fingers filtering out of his hair once he lifts his face from his hands. She lets her hand drop to his shoulder and run down his arm, coming to rest over the back of his hand. Her fingers curl under to give his hand a gentle squeeze.

"I can see how that would be hard," she agrees, her voice thoughtful as she draws the connections in her mind. "Any time we were together before, there was always this - framework around it. The mission would end, or the sun would come up. We always had to go back to the Red Room. There's no framework anymore." She offers an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry if me coming here made things more confusing for you."

She never wants to make things harder for him. So if there's some way to make things easier...she's not entirely sure what will work. Might as well go in with the first thing that comes to mind. "Okay. Try this if you want. I'd ask you to close your eyes, have you take a deep breath. Just focus on what's around you now. What you can smell. What you can hear. We'd do that to try to have something stay in your memory. But it can work to focus too. What's here now is what's real."