[They're both very good at this! Selective, tactical honesty.]

I see.

[He takes a moment to think that over. A place associated with loss, but also with something fond. The ability to forget about all that ails you, letting it go, if even for a day.

Henry wouldn't know what that's like, always discontent, never knowing--or remembering--what it was to be otherwise. In that vein, her response... rankles him, just a little.]

Funny how memory works like that, isn't it? [He's going to keep walking to the next "aisle" of mirrors over. The default reply would be "I'm sorry to hear about your loss", but he doesn't offer that this time.] Never so straightforward. Always interwoven with some other experience, some other emotion, like the thread in a spider's web.

So how does being at an amusement park make you feel now?