One shoulder lifts in a shrug. It's a spare gesture, but she's just indicating that it doesn't really matter what he thinks. He's allowed to think and feel however he wants. She's just presenting him with one possibility. She lets her head tip in towards his fingers as she settles in against his chest. One of her hands is still on his face, her thumb moving in a gentle arc across his cheekbone again.

Even though she knows the answer to his question immediately, she doesn't answer quite that quickly so she can choose her words. "People like us don't often get to be happy. I wouldn't be able to begrudge you any happiness." It's similar to something she said to her Bucky before, when they'd talked about the Red Room. How she always hesitated to say there were times she was happy there, but there had undeniably been times that they were happy together.