It was an extremely difficult question, and Will floundered a bit, even just processing it. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt that happy in his life. Meeting Molly had made him feel amazing, content and longing for more, but he imagines what she's asking, a moment of pure joy, and he can't come up with anything at all.

And then he thought about his dogs. It sounded stupid even in his own head, but all he could picture was coming home from a long day, opening the door of his farmhouse, and being greeted by his dogs, each of them happy to see him.

"Coming home to my dogs," he said, knowing he wasn't going to find anything that better answered her question. "I had six of them, before I came here. All strays. They were my family." He looked up into her eyes, smiling a little, hoping he didn't sound ridiculous. "You make me happy now, Molly," he said. "And imagine some day I'll get to come home to you, and I'll feel that way again."