[ Her smile flickers and fades, though does not disappear entirely. ]

... I don't know yet. I guess I'm hoping... that all of this will be pointless.

[ Still. She sighs out, then squirms a little, trying to get comfier on the cold, hard roof. Once that's done, she adjusts their hands, too - letting go with one, but using the other to thread her fingers through his, and holding tight.

Then she leans on his shoulder and watches the sky. ]

... thank you, Dave. For listening. And ... being here for me.