It is not.

[ She smiles, and turns her head just enough to kiss his hair again. ]

No, you are like me. Resilient. [ She laughs, silent save for the puffs of air through her nose. ] And you shall be just as cross with me for saying so as I was cross with you, and it shall be just as true. If it were not, you should have given up and stopped choosing people to let in long ago.

[ A little sigh. ]

We wish too much to be loved, I think, to have it be otherwise.