The ache never goes away, she's guessing. The pain is always there. The having to actually see the other half is what really makes it worse.

She's glad there are men like Ben who even half understand it. Who don't question that she needs to spend the night flirting and not thinking and being helped to show the world how perfectly okay everything is.

The end of the next song will, of course, require a break for some water, and likely a relinquishing of her partner. But not before she smacks a big, lipstick-y kiss against his cheek.

"You're something else, you know."