In response to her telling him he should smile more often, he replied: "I'll try, but I can't promise you anything."<br/>Though he knew - and he guessed that she knew as well - that now that she had spoken her desire, he would do it. He would smile more, his vision of the world would slowly switch from dark to light. At the best, he'd see it as the neutral. He knew he would really, he knew he would.<br/><br/>But he would smile, that was for sure. He was holding onto the last doorway to humanity, the ladder of which there were many rungs, but each was an experience in learning to live unto itself.<br/>He'd climb that fucking thing even if he died halfway through. He had already made a liftetimes worth of progress in that one night they lay together, how could he fail?