Of course there must have been good times-- more good than bad, you'd guess. And admittedly she's mostly guessing-- but they'll be together for some fifteen years, give or take; there have to have been reasons to stay. Those are easier to imagine than the reasons to leave.

And when he answers, it's just... palpably different, from how they've spoken about her before. There's a lightness to him that makes her curl a little closer, eyes shut as he strokes her hair.

She hums, picturing it, smiling in the darkness.

"Was it snowing?"