That's understandable. You're allowed to be thrown off by the end of the world.

[ or (presumably) whatever came before it. it's not like the picture she saw paints the portrait of a happy, uncomplicated life in Brooklyn. add in what she knows about Steve, about how there's nothing uncomplicated in that guy's past, and she figures there's more to deal with than cold weather and weird pictures. ]

I didn't mean to make things heavy when I mentioned my son. I just... [ she pauses, like she can't decide whether or not to explain herself. the guy's got enough to sort through without her adding to it, she just figures he's probably not much of a talker on his own.

she didn't used to be, either, so maybe she's projecting.] I'm not as good at being hopeful as he is. Henry believes in everyone all the time.

[ and with a little self-awareness, she adds;] To the surprise of no one, the kid's a lot better at making friends than I am.