“I thought it would be best, to collect it for you.” He wasn't going to go in-- he wouldn't appreciate, she'd thought, seeing it on the network later. In a situation like this it must be more private; when it's not only memory, but loss. There are photographs she'd find it harder to look at than others, and that is something meant for quiet rooms that have no audiences.

It doesn't occur to her presently that she doesn't think of herself as audience to his experience. It's hard to tell whether she presumes a closeness or a distance, precisely - whether she is welcome or if she simply thinks of herself as so far apart to be outside of the possibility.