Natasha smiles and lets him keep hold of her hand, running her thumb along the back of it in a slow arc. "Hey, don't give me all the credit. You can understand you too. I know you'll get there." She watches his expression, listening patiently as he works his way through the things that come first to his senses. It's a pretty good start, all things considered.

"It's a different shampoo than the one I used to use." Not something she usually thinks to tell people, but she can't be sure what will be hopeful and what won't in this instance.

His hesitant question is met with a look of fond amusement. "Do you want me to come over and sit on a chair next to you or sit in your lap? You can ask, when there's things you want. It's okay to ask. If it's not something I want to do, I'll let you know and we'll figure out something else."