Genevieve knew that her sister didn't completely understand it- perhaps she couldn't understand it. But then again, Gen barely understood it herself. She was quiet for a moment, considering her twin's question, then lifted her shoulder in a shrug.
"Do I think it's wise? I suppose- it depends on who you ask, doesn't it? No, maybe it isn't, but I don't care." She skipped forward a bit, twirling around to look back to her sister. "It's- I can be myself with him, Penny. He doesn't care if I don't- if I don't abide by every single rule. We- we fight and we laugh and we argue and we make up and I feel normal, like I'm not- like I'm not just playing some part because of the family I was born into." Her words tumbled out, quicker than she meant for them to, more than she'd meant to say. She blushed faintly, looking down again as they walked, but her gaze moved back to her sister a moment later. "Maybe I'm going mad, Penny."