Even the little things around the apartment weren't enough to get Kingsley down or make him twitch. He could make those better, even if it required him fixing something every day. Happy wasn't some static state of being, a place in the mind to get. And he worked every day at what he needed to, including what it was that made him happy. Okay, actually when it came to friends, he failed a lot. but that wasn't the point.
Joining her on the couch, Kingsley checked out the wine Emmeline had chosen. It was a perfectly decent tasting one. And he did want a portion of it. But he thought back to what his healer had said. "It isn't particularly bad," Kingsley replied, "And I can drink alcohol. But I shouldn't have much of it. I want to have most of my head present, to help you." Unless she preferred him to be a bit hazy on everything. But Kings didn't think he'd be able to offer as good of support that way.