Saints, he wished it were so simple. "I'd marry again in a second if it were that simple," he admitted. "But it's not."
The truth she was telling him hurt more than she knew. Cathair had hidden his grief from Sadhbh as best he could. Waited until she was asleep before he let himself fall apart. Never let her see him cry or drink or beat on a heavy bag in impotent rage. But he hadn't fooled her, and he'd been stupid to believe he could hide it from her.
"It's likely don't," he said wearily. "I'm not the same man I was then. I can't be. But she's too young to understand that." As for how happy Becky did or did not make him, that was more complicated. "That's a bit of an oversimplification. You certainly make me happier than I've been in a good long while. But it's going to take awhile for me to be truly happy again. You already know this, because you deal with it as well. And part of us will always be sad. There will always be days when the losses drag us down." He sighed. "But once again, she's just too young to understand that."