[Yeah, it was a shitty thing to say and he knew it as said as he'd said it, no argument there from him. He listens, stroking his nails against her shoulder lightly as she talks, and takes in what she says. It... hadn't fully clicked, maybe, that part of her problem is she doesn't know how to be happy. She's still learning freedom. Oh, sure, he's seen that that's the case on their travels, but mostly with things normally considered against the law. It's harder to see it when the barriers between what she wants and what she thinks is expected stand around more mundane things too. Like her saying this, right now.

So while he listens, he also smiles, and it grows into a grin by the time she's said her piece. He laughs, just happy for her that she said all that and meant it, then kisses her.]

I'm real proud of you too, babe. See, if you can stand up for yourself with a knife, you can do it with words, too.

[He chuckles, then his eyes light up as the waitress returns, still watching them with real skepticism as she places the food down in front of them - tortas, and a smaller plate with his tacos, which Johnnie slides between the two of them. He nods his thanks to the waitress as she takes her leave, then grabs this massive pile of a sandwich in front of him, so full of toppings they're falling out here and there on the sides.]

Goddamn. See, why get a burger when you can get all that?

[Time to see if he can fit his mouth around enough of it to take a satisfying bite. Sure can, but it leaves mayo on his nose.]