[There are a lot of things Nate could do now. He could tell her to forget about the photograph, get back to Drake and how he's not still fixated on the man and his legacy. He could point out that he hadn't even had the opportunity to decide whether to keep or get rid of the journal, since it had been in storage in America and he hadn't even made it back from Yemen after getting his head on straight. He doesn't do any of them.
And he doesn't deny that this is very much about the photograph. Nate doesn't confirm it, either; he just looks at her and tries not to let everything he's feeling show, but a broken heart can't be completely masked.]
Elena, please...I can't—
[He sucks in a breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. It's been twelve years. This shouldn't be so hard.]
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And he doesn't deny that this is very much about the photograph. Nate doesn't confirm it, either; he just looks at her and tries not to let everything he's feeling show, but a broken heart can't be completely masked.]
Elena, please...I can't—
[He sucks in a breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. It's been twelve years. This shouldn't be so hard.]
Please let it go.