She can see the change in his countenance, although Faye isn't really sure what there is to do about it. Console him, perhaps, but all of the words feel empty as she runs them through her thoughts, unsure whether or not she has it in her to throw full weight behind them. Finnick moves on quickly enough, though, asking her that telltale question. Only because she's fond of the guy does Faye stop to actually give it some thought.
"Dean makes me happy," Faye confesses. "It might sound silly coming from yours truly, but he... really makes me feel like I can be young again, stupid again, and not have it bite me in the behind every time. Of course, this just goes to show that how you feel isn't an excuse for being anything but careful." She rested her hand briefly on her abdomen, even though there really wasn't much to be seen there.
"I think I might be happy," she concludes. "But it's not the kind of thing I like to think about. In my experience, the moment I decide I'm happy, something about it gets taken away."
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Date: 2012-05-22 12:49 am (UTC)"Dean makes me happy," Faye confesses. "It might sound silly coming from yours truly, but he... really makes me feel like I can be young again, stupid again, and not have it bite me in the behind every time. Of course, this just goes to show that how you feel isn't an excuse for being anything but careful." She rested her hand briefly on her abdomen, even though there really wasn't much to be seen there.
"I think I might be happy," she concludes. "But it's not the kind of thing I like to think about. In my experience, the moment I decide I'm happy, something about it gets taken away."