Gratitude and Southern Comfort (Jonash and Unna)

[Jonash Solo]

Jonash tilts his head to the side slightly.  After a moment, he flashes half a wry smile, laughs to himself, and shakes his head subtly no.
(Unna senses confusion at first and then a sudden shift towards an inner strength she did not expect.)

He leans in, squints slightly, and points his finger in Unna's direction.  "Demaya can take those smiles ..." Jonash points to his right, "and shove them up her ass for all I care.  A smile never prevented tragedy.  It doesn't get you through tough times.  All it does is provide cover to weak people who can't face that life is hard.  This universe needs more people like us who can stare tragedy in the eye and ask for more."

Jonash sits on the bed, looks down, and resumes in a more melancholy tone, "The last thing my love did before she died ... ", Jonash looks up and gazes at Unna, "was smile at me."
(Unna senses a mixed bag of emotions - love, sadness, anger, and ... relief).

He leans back, arms behind his head, and crosses his legs, "So, enough about me.  How'd you get the resting bitch face?"