"I'll live." So, not totally, but she's not about to cry on his shoulder or anything. And not giving the socially acceptable/expected answer of I'm fine when she's definitely not is just because she respects him enough not to lie, not because she expects he's going to delve into it, or that she even wants to talk about it. "I mean, probably. Tomorrow's another day." Gallows humor for the win.

She sets the cookies down on a table, and shifts her clothes to an empty chair before moving over to lean her hip against the kitchen counter and prepare from some conversation with a partner she is ill-equipped to match. Sometimes she feels like she's beating her head against a brick wall, or that talking to her makes him want to knock himself into unconsciousness, but she's persevered this long. Why stop now? "What about you? What developments have I missed in your personal life?" The answer to that is probably nothing. Actually, it's probably just a scowl, but hey.