[ Her smile wanes at his less-than-warm reception to getting his photo back. Had she offended him in some way? Was there a misunderstanding? It's a shame such a photograph she thought carried a certain warmth to got crinkled in his pocket with such haste, like this sullen stranger wanted to banish it from sight. He never threw it away or ripped it apart, though.

She knows nothing of the men in the photograph nor its significance to him, and she admits this to herself. She knows absolutely nothing about him at this point except that the other person in the photograph must mean something to him. It's not her place to pry, and though her intentions had been well-placed, a fragment of contrition burrows into her conscience. Asseylum laces her fingers together as she apologizes and explains herself. ]

I'm sorry. I thought you might have wanted it back. Photographs often carry sentiments and memories, and... it looked like it might have been important to you.