Natasha watches his face as he talks, her hand shifting to run her fingers through his hair again as she turns his words over in her mind. She understands. Moreover, she knows that it can't be easy to admit that. Not with everything he's still trying to sort his way through in his mind.

"I'll tell you everything you want to hear," she promises. "But you know, the only reason I managed to escape was because you let them catch you so I could get away?" A sad little smile curls her lips. "Even though I told you not to."