She couldn't explain that finding it again wasn't possible, not without delving into things that were better left in the past where they belonged. When her father died she'd lost the source of her happiness, and from there the rest of it had eventually disappeared to. Sometimes it felt like an entirely different life, the years before she was institutionalized, compared to now. "I don't know if I can," she said carefully, in between bites of food. "Find it again, I mean."
Hannah wasn't sure if she deserved happiness simply because she was nice, but she appreciated him saying it nonetheless. "Things are... different now, from what they used to be. So I think I might need to find some other place that makes me happy, that doesn't involve the past and what I don't have anymore." She shrugged. "If that even makes sense."