[ After a moment she pulls back enough to smile at him and brush some of the hair back from his face, as he's done for her so many times. She's not faking it either, she wouldn't do that to him. ]

I still want to. Nothing about our past or the mess we're in is going to change, so I figure the only thing we can do is find a way to smile. Out of sheer spite, if necessary. [ Because, as they have so often expressed, fuck this place. And some of the people in it -- but not all, definitely not all. ]

And trust me, if some of these ridiculous rooms can't make us smile, we may as well end it all now. [ Death humor, where would they be without you? ]