"West Side Story," Clara whispers under her breath before paying attention again.

"Listen, love doesn't know about divisions or tension. The heart wants who it wants." There's a far away tug of sadness in her chest but she ignores it, inebriated enough to keep going.

"I completely agree with you, there's no reason. Although I'm guessing parents think otherwise? You're an adult. If you make them happy, you'll never be happy. If it wasn't for all of that, do you enjoy being with her? Would you be hanging out with her more often than not?"