She's got a point, of course, but it's not one that Sean's in the mood to acknowledge just now and he shakes his head, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, leaning slightly against the back of her chair in the process. "Things're good right now," he says, and it feels a little bit like he's reassuring himself of that as well. His only concerns lie in what happens if that ever stops being true again. Perfection, or their closest available approximation, never lasts. "Can't we jus' enjoy 'em?"