People gravitate toward the lives they want to live, like flowers following the sun. She needs her routines; she needs life to make sense, just a little. She can only fall apart and put herself back together so many times before she doesn't recognize herself trough the cracks anymore.

But she loves that he reminds her there are options. There are so many other lives out there she could go live. If she wanted to. Someday. And sometimes he takes her out of the quiet little world she's building around herself and shakes her up enough to remind her that she needs a way out as much as he wants a way in.

"Mm, it's nice to be warm again," she agrees. "So, going to share the good news?"