[ He can't help but think that maybe this isn't what she wants. Maybe she doesn't want to deal with him, to be drawn into whatever the hell is going on with him and this story. He can't fault her for that. If she took off and ran, shoving the manuscripts at him and telling him he's on his own, he wouldn't blame her in the slightest. ]

Maybe it is to find him; maybe that's why you're here. I mean, I could have gotten it wrong. It wouldn't be the first time I've looked at a situation the wrong way.

[ At least this time, it didn't end with punching a paparazzi in the face. That was deserved, but that's not the point. ]

Is this really okay with you?

[ He can't know he's echoing a version of her thoughts, but now he's wondering if she'd rather just leave and continue her search for her brother and forget she ever met him. ]