[And there it is. Suddenly, she's not the only one who knows anymore, and she's surprised at how much of a relief that is.
Shaw ends up being the one to take the couch after all, slowly lowering herself onto a corner cushion. Belatedly, she remembers what he'd come here to say; despite how she'd barely responded, the grief and guilt on his face hadn't gone unnoticed.]
I, uh--
[She swallows.]
I have a lot of her stuff, actually. If there's anything you want.
[People like mementos; Harold, in particular, seems like the nostalgic sort.]
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Shaw ends up being the one to take the couch after all, slowly lowering herself onto a corner cushion. Belatedly, she remembers what he'd come here to say; despite how she'd barely responded, the grief and guilt on his face hadn't gone unnoticed.]
I, uh--
[She swallows.]
I have a lot of her stuff, actually. If there's anything you want.
[People like mementos; Harold, in particular, seems like the nostalgic sort.]