He just shrugged when she said it wasn't true. It was nice to hear, he supposed, but that didn't mean that he believed it or anything. This was something that he had struggled to pull off all of his life. It was nice to see it finally come to fruition.
"We're both survivors," he pointed out to her. She had made some sort of life for herself, and, if this apartment was any indication, not exactly a bad one.