She giggles, and though she’s been keeping it together pretty well, the giggle gets nervous and shrill at points, lasting entirely too long to be the laugh of someone who’s okay. It only stops when she drops her fork, reaches over, and pinches the inside of her upper arm. The grip is furious and the twist is brutal, but it works, and she cuts off the out of control laugh.

There’s a moment of quiet as she gets herself together, and then she lets go of her arm. "Mmmm. Sane is... something I have trouble with. B-but, it’s- you’re both- you like each other, and you’re- you’re like each other. The same in the important ways. Nobody’s being hurt-" Another near giggle as she realizes her misspeak, but it’s just a few quick titters and it drops off naturally this time to her relief. "-in ways they don’t want to be. That’s good for both of you. That’s- that’s the most important thing."

She picks up her soup bowl and just drinks from it, not sure she can handle the spoon right now. When she sets it down, she seems a little better again.

"I don’t want to make you feel like this is a... like you need my approval. All I want is his happiness, and he has it now. Everything else is just gravy." She waggles a few fingers vaguely in his direction. "I just like that you’re nice when you two aren’t doing the things you do to each other."