Huh. [She smiles at him through watery eyes.] I think you're making progress. We're talking about it aren't we? That's a big deal. And time's moving on just as much for you as for me.

[In other words, with tons of hiccups along the way. But it is moving.

The upswing of her mood is lost a little as they come back to the photography. It's a very private, painful thing that's been gnawing at her for months.]

Yeah I do love it. I know I do. But... Ugh, it wasn't working for me, and... every time I tried it'd... remind me of stuff.

[Her eyes are tearing up again. How silly would it be if it feels like she lost two loves of her life?]

I don't wanna... not take photos. I dunno what else I'd be except a photographer. [She rubs the back of her neck, swipes away a tear, fidgets.] I'll... try again sometime. Maybe it'll feel better. I dunno.