He can't really aim happier, but he can aim more - constructive? This place is terrible and Endorë was terrible during the war and now it is peaceful and safe and eventually all terrible things will rust and sink and be forgotten, and everyone will be all right, and all cities will rise in glittering glass spires like Tirion and everyone can have as many children as they please, and not work until the children are all grown.

Still crying.

He can keep his eyes open if he looks at her, she's pretty. 

"We'll pay the money," he says. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you sir."

Flinch.

"Should I let you work, are you going to get in trouble -"

"I'm supposed to sit out here till my commander gets out and then take what's in the truck to the military cemetery."

Nod. Sigh. 

He goes back to singing.

She leans out the window a little to listen better.

He goes on a while. 

"Why - why do you want to take the baby away without her father -"

"- when I said I wasn't expecting to need birth control what did you think I meant."

" - uh, that you got carried away? Elves do that sometimes only it won't get you pregnant -"

"...wow. Uh. Maybe he got carried away. But if I try to tell him he has a kid now and anybody's listening he'll destroy me for attacks on his reputation, you see."

"I should've known better." Shrug.

"I don't - I'm sorry. You can leave if you want, I shouldn't have -"

"I can't leave until my commander gets out of the morgue with whoever else we're supposed to bury."

"The planet, I mean, you can leave the planet, I have no idea how to fix something like that but you staying here is obviously not it -"

"Thank you sir."

"Do you want me to leave."

"I like it when you sing."

Well he can sure fucking do that.