[Briefly, a fond smile flits across his features. Yes, he knows. Of course she does.]

I hate them, too. They're unnecessary and cruel. I think I just . . . [Hm. His fingertips press against his collarbone lightly, anchoring him to his body.] There are some things . . . that it does explain better than I think I would know how to.

[For a moment he's quiet, trying to figure out if that's really true. If he tried, could he figure out a way? It sounds exhausting. More than that, he thinks he'd give up halfway through. Does it help or hurt to know she's already got the key to the lock so few people even know exists?]

I'm not talking about the museum right now, though, Riley. Do you know what I'm talking about?