In that maddening happiness that she is free to have - she cannot find any fault in that simple idea, only that she can't share this feeling with others as openly as it comes to her.

"I gave up a lot to have the freedom to be happy when and where I want to." She breathes it, though it's not a morbid musing, her tongue pressing to the edge of her lips. Her eyes a glassy mirror of the lights of his, where they play in the darkness. "I don't think I know how to do less, now."