I grinned, wide and pleased, because I liked making people happy. Sometimes it was as easy as bringing someone tacos when I knew they would likely be hungry and it made me happy in turn.

And the tacos were really good.

"How is the writing going?" I asked before I took a sip of water and then started in on a burrito. "It seems like it was going well." I could always tell when Elio felt good, when he was pleased about something. That made me happy, too.