[Nate makes a small noise when he sees what she's picked up, a tiny, swift intake of breath like someone's just socked him hard in the gut. Or maybe shot him—that's what it feels like. So the Ingress brought this, too.
No no no. He's never been able to get rid of it, the only photo he has of Sam, but couldn't make himself look at it again after Panama and he can't now. He just...can't.
Before he can even think about it, he's reaching out to snatch the Polaroid from Elena's hand.]
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No no no. He's never been able to get rid of it, the only photo he has of Sam, but couldn't make himself look at it again after Panama and he can't now. He just...can't.
Before he can even think about it, he's reaching out to snatch the Polaroid from Elena's hand.]