"Don't pretend it doesn't matter," she replies, her expression softer now, anger shifting away from him and towards the situation where it belongs. Crossing the room at last, Natalia lets herself touch him the way she wants to, fingers pushing at that mop of sweaty hair like she can take his worries with it. "Not with me. Though I'd hoped..."

She doesn't hesitate, not exactly, but there is a pause while Natalia chooses her words. "Do you remember everything? What I asked of you that first day?" This is not the vacation I would have envisioned for you, but you could enjoy it. By his own phrasing Natalia would guess that he does, and yet she still can't find her answer. If he managed it. If he regrets it now.

"You seemed happy."