These sorts of situations love puzzles. God, give me a minute here...

[For a moment, he's quiet, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Wishing he had a drink or a smoke, but right now all he has is Elise's beloved sewing kit and the memories with it.]

These belongings... it gave me a memory when I held mine. Or like I was reliving an experience.

Either we're sharing the items, or we're sharing the memory. Something like that. That's what I think.