That made her laugh. "Less gloomy? There was a more gloomy you before? That would be interesting." She shrugged, "We are not meant to be flexible. Well, except in the good ways."
"Neither do I, which was awkward when I had them. I take life, giving it is...out of my depth." At his explanation she shrugged. "It has the benefit I could visit you. I keep playing host. It is your turn I feel." she enjoyed his company and their quiet arrangement. There were no expectations, just enjoying one another's company.
It wasn't love, but rather a sort of kinship. She found it much better then love, which had burned her once too often.