...It's not enough. Manners aren't enough. Good acts aren't enough. Love isn't enough.

[She says it quietly, right along with him though still more to herself than to him, in that space of time between when he cuts himself off and when he briskly moves on from it.

She's certainly not going to fight him over moving on, though, once he does.]

I'd like that very much. It sounds awful to say that I don't know if there is a proper substitute for a happiness you're told you can't have, but...I'm certainly not opposed to trying, even so.