Typical, picking and choosing only the pieces he wanted to focus on, refusing to see the big picture. Daff sighed softly, almost in defeat; it was like talking to a brick wall these days. They used to have such deep, meaningful conversations, now it was almost like they were complete strangers with no idea how to read the other person anymore.

"You're picking at semantics. I said what I meant to, I want to be happy and I am. Nothing is guaranteed so I'm making it happen." Of course it was so easy with Elias, always had been. It had been so startlingly easy to fall in love with him, Daff still had to wonder if she wasn't imagining the whole thing, like she was living in a fever dream. She had never believed she'd ever be that lucky again. That meant she couldn't get complacent and just take it for granted. Daff wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

"Because this," she motioned between them with one hand. "Is hard, and sort of miserable and I know it's my fault, but I don't know what to do about it anymore." Every interaction left her out of if sorts and off-kilter.

This time she was going to willfully ignore part of his comment; her insomnia was nothing new and he ought to know that, even if it had been better. It had nothing to do with the conversation.