“I’ve been with men who looked at the sky and clapped. I’ll never judge someone on how they make it through this.” “You don’t think it’s wrong?” He shakes his head. “The only thing that’s wrong was that tonight the danger was closer, and real. Not sailing over our heads or on the horizon. But it’s not wrong because your mind works differently.” She wants to laugh. He must see it on her face, because he continues. “Different doesn’t mean wrong.” “Doesn’t it?” “I hope not.”
