[She does know, if only because she's looking at him the same way. He's lived for a long time, so there must be something good in him that she lacks-whether it's in his heart or body or some combination of the two. It's difficult not to worry about him though.]
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I'm okay. This kind of thing makes me happy.
[She squeezes his hand again, for just a second.]
Is this something you like too?