"It's nice," she said, not missing a beat. "It's real." It made sense, to have a hint of the opposite in both things to know that you can't have it just one way and that any moment things could change for the better or worse, whether you wanted it to or not. "Why does it affect you like that?" She asked, head tilted with curiosity. This time she didn't try to cheer him up immediately as she wanted to know the cause; after that, she would be more than happy to make him smile again. It was infectious.