Alan didn't think we was exactly 'happy'. Alan still felt like he was drowning in dark waters and the only respite would be the arms of Melpomene wrapped around him, but that wasn't an option anymore. Melpomene would never be able to drag from from the waters, just as he couldn't do the same for her. If she even needed that. Maybe she was okay, wherever she was.
(God, he hoped she was okay. He wanted, so much, for her to be okay.)
He took a sip of his tea, and tried to think about Much instead of Melpomene, her anguished face always slipping back in front of him. "He's a good mate."