"Why not?" Jester counters, with an infuriating shrug. "If everyone is happy, and talking about my stupid sad feelings will just ruin that, then why should I ever talk about it, y'know?" She gives a wobbly smile. "It is fine, and I will be fine, eventually. I always am."

"No," Beau says, brushing back a lock of Jester's hair with a shaky hand, the callused skin of her knuckles grazing her cheek, "no, Jess, because if you're secretly sad, then I'm not happy. I want to be there if you're hurting, even if I can't fix it."