I am. [She smiles, because it's the truth. Even if her eyes are still distant and lonely at times, she's happier than she thought she could be.]
[Her hand squeezes, slips over his thigh. It's always Saya that pushes first, and how she prefers it.] But I'd be happier at home. [Some time in bed and a huge sundae from the ingredients she'd brought home -- not necessarily in that order.]