[ He noticeably tenses at the question. It would be wonderful if he had an answer for her, something true, or at least rehearsed, but it catches him off guard. Instead of answering, he shoves some noodles into his mouth, giving him a moment to think. ]

I don't know. But if I don't know whether or not I'm happy, I suppose I must not be. [ He scratches at the side of his noodle cup, fingernail scraping over the logo's lettering. ] Is anyone happy, with all that's going on?