Yeah. That's just... [Yeah. She squeezes back. He gets it. (Gets what? Who knows.) The corners of her mouth pull up a bit - just a bit.] Even when you get tired. It's a choice, not a feeling. When you don't live in a fairytale, it has to be a choice. Every day, over and over.

[Her volume holds steady for a bit, but t r a i l s off towards the end, and her eyes slide closed.

They should just fall asleep. It would be so nice to just fall asleep like this.

How long can this last?]