"Pff, closure. Closure's bullshit," Faye decided, but she wasn't pushing him away, figuratively or literally. "Closure's a thing we tell ourselves we need. It doesn't matter, does it? Doesn't change anything. I've been doing fine without closure."

Go ahead -- go find a dictionary, look up the word 'fine,' and observe Faye's face next to it, okay? Literally the picture of fine, over here.