The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she fought a laugh. Looking up at him, still ruffled from sleep, and seeing that mixture of confusion and contentment he so often wore when around her, she felt like maybe she and Don might have something in common at that moment.
"They're singing because," she started, then paused, trying to think of the best way to explain it. "Sometimes, words don't really cut it. When something's really important or when you feel really strongly about it, it's hard to find ways to describe it. With songs, well the music does most of the work for you." She gestured towards the screen. "He doesn't care that it's wet and it's cold because he's in love and right now, that's all that matters in the world. When you're that happy, the world is a completely different place." She hoped he might understand that, at least in part. She certainly wasn't about to burst into song, but the world was definitely a brighter place when he was around. There was hope where before there had only been a dreary plod towards an uncertain future. "Nobody told you to stop, by the way," she teased, fanning her hair across his lap with one hand. She closed her eyes, waiting for his hands to return, and turned her face towards him, letting her forehead rest against his stomach. She no longer made an pretense of watching the film. She didn't need to, after all. Just being near him was her only real need.