Well, we've certainly been working hard. Or, have had a hard time of it. Same thing, in the end.

[She's so glad to see him smiling, the tension easing in her heart. She cares for him a lot, this soldier from New York, and maybe once upon a time she fancied him before she realised it couldn't happen—but he's like a brother to her, now, and it's important that he's happy. That he's okay.]

We could do it every Friday night. My gift to you, how's that? There's got to be a place round here.