I felt the same, when I realized she'd written something for me. But I--

[ His voice kind of catches there.

He closes his eyes, not sure of what else to say for a moment, and that may be because there's just...so much right now. He does raise one hand that's kind of just trembling a little, before allowing it to rest against Max's shoulder--on the side. ]

--I wondered later if maybe by her leaving these for us, it'd meant the opposite. As long as we have something like this, we'd be keeping something of her alive.

[ Maybe just her memory, but he doesn't want to say that. Is it because it's still hard for him to accept it? ]