But you aren't. You aren't talking to me. You're doing what you're best at doing in these situations— you're dodging.

Why?

[ Her hands come up, right one gesturing between the two of them. One more time, one last try. ]

Don't turn this around, this isn't about me, it's about you. If you're done with Drake, done with all of it, then why hold on to this journal?

[ Why go to all the trouble of getting so upset if it means nothing? ]

Is this...about the photograph?

[ It's a one last shot in the dark; she's grasping at straws right now. And with the way he had been quick to grab that picture... Was that the sentimental attachment he was referring to? ]