Nodding his head, both positive confirmation that Nathan remembered and an outward sign of the feeling that would never fade at the memory of that stretch of time when he'd still been feeding the 'perfect image' requirements, still doing the expected thing, not the right thing, Nathan took her hands again.
"I've heard about it a few times," he said, as here, he'd been presented with four versions of his daughter to date, three of whom had broached that subject and more. Even if ten versions showed up, he still intended to treat them as individuals, never assuming or button holing them into the same place.
"Doesn't mean you can't talk about what happened that day, ask me things if you'd like to ask."