[ His fingers - not the soaked thumb - go on to card through the strands of her hair. He wants to soothe her, but right now he doesn't have much to do it with. But he tries. (He took that burden a long time ago, Rem. How does he let it go?) (perhaps he'll ask later.) ]

Well... I showed it to him when we found... the files for Tesla.

[ And every moment about that was etched in their minds, and likely will be etched in their minds forever.

He sighs a little, ducking his head to give her better access. Every touch is so good. So welcome. A blessing. ]

I... thanks. It's the only one that makes any sense to me.

[ ... of course he won't tell her, it's not like he thinks about it most of the time! ]