*is just beginning to register the rest (but if Finduilas' cousin was Elrohir's mother then that means we're—) when the reality hits (you're only being so nice because you think he's—)*
*looks away, disappointed and a little hurt* *forces himself to meet your gaze again, though, at the photog's direction (though his jaw is set now, and it's all gone a bit defensive)* *plainly* I don't remember. I'm sorry.