She doesn't miss the sadness in his smile; she finds herself both wishing she could do something about it and wondering when the hell that started being something she felt like she should worry about.

She shrugs, returning the smile. "Thank you. It's nice you think so, 'cause I sure don't, a lot of the time. It feels like I'm just, like... I don't know, flailing around and hoping I hit on the right way to do it."