"Ain't sure I should answer that," Lafayette murmurs, frowning slightly as he concentrates on the drum of Sookie's fingers. It's about as honest as he can get without being a little too honest. He doesn't wnt to talk about his shit right now, and that includes talking about his shit where he still ain't quite over Jesus. How, outside of a moment, he isn't sure he'll ever be happy like that again, ever. Isn't sure he'll ever be able to get rid of whatever stains all that aftermath left on him.

He's done for now. Darrow's better than being pigeonholed back in the same town, the same house, where so much of it happened.

"Right now, I happy enough. You okay wif' dat answer? 'Cause you better be."