God, you're lucky you're running into me now instead of right after my last breakup. You two already sound like you care about each other so much it'd make me sick.

[she gives Penelope her own attempt at a smirk, just to defuse that. she really hasn't been bitter about it in years. hard to tell why she keeps bringing it up.]

Hell yeah, though. You need something to hang on to when shit's getting weird like this. And I've only been in on all this for a month. You spend a year with someone whose life is all messed up in the same way yours is? That's love right there.