[There's a lot to read into here, whether he intends for it or not. "It's easier for me to live that way," he says, and boy if that doesn't resonate in a way that she doesn't like. It's... like staring, a little bit, into a distorted mirror. The reflections aren't quite right, but there's enough there for there to be a clear indication.

(Living life in the way that's easiest, regardless of if that's what truly makes him happiest...)

She's quiet for a moment, looking down at her drink, kicking her legs idly into the air as she sits on her stool.]

... I don't think you answered my question. [It's said simply and calmly, and she tilts her head as she looks back up at him.]

Oh--that's okay, though. If you don't want to, I mean. It's just that... providing others with happiness being the easiest doesn't mean that that's what fulfills your own dreams, right?