Oh, you think Alex feels like you want his attention all the time?
To be able to read for one's self what is being willed, thought and done in the world--the world in whose joys and sorrows, failures and successes one feels the keenest interest--that would indeed be a happiness too deep for words.
Perhaps in time when she feels more secure she'll open up.
But a funny thing; the milk doesn't smell bad and everything still feels cold.
Quinn feels that way too and they know deep down it's time to go into hiding.