I think I may have disappointed her somewhat. At least in terms of shattering her preconceived notions.

[ Her resulting smile turns more reflective, however, as she glances out to their view again, though she does it without surrendering her place against him, counting on him to bear her weight in leaning idly. ]

Not all of us have places attached to fond memories. [ Which isn't a dig at his decision to sit here, immersed in some part of his world, but more of a confession having to do with her past. ] Does that mean this doesn't actually exist anymore?