"I am nae," Sean protests stubbornly, but it's not exactly something he's about to get worked up over. It'd be difficult to get worked up over anything right about now, not when there isn't a single part of this that doesn't tug at his heart in all the right ways. He does feel a slight melancholy that he never got to see Maeve with her daughter, but it's distant, somehow unrelated to this perfect moment right here. Reaching over, he wiggles his fingers in front of Theresa's face for a second with a sound that's something in between a sigh and a laugh. "Well. Maybe a wee bit."