[she doesn't seem to mind if it's sad or not, really, she just - wants to know about him, and how he feels about things. that's kind of a novelty, sometimes. she's never really cared about people's backstories before.

she glances up at him, hands still in her pockets.]

Guess not. [...] Maybe it would've been better or maybe it would've been worse, but you guys wouldn't have ever been alone. That's probably important.

Thinking about that kind of thing makes my head hurt. [there's so many possibilities - though her pessimistic ass tends to only think of the bad ones.]