Incandescently happy, but she had said she wanted to be happy. Did happy people think about how much they wanted to be happy? Noble understood that she was trying to encourage him to have some sort of self-worth, but he ignored that — glossed right over it in his brain, actually. She could say that he was worth it all she wanted, but he would not believe her — he had killed people, whether he meant to or not, and nothing he had done since had made up for that.

(He had never really believed himself worth her before the Sanditon Hurricane — but Noble had never really looked that thought in the eye, either.)

"You said you want to be happy," he pointed out. "Not that you are. And you're — out here, at night, again."