After a brief consideration of this, Larkspur had decided yes. It would be very wrong for him to be happy.
It always seemed that his own happiness was just an arm's (leg's?) length away, and Larkspur himself was in the way of it. He pushed it away and showed all of his ugly, yellow teeth at it. So while the others were finding themselves much happier as they neared their destination -- wherever that was -- Lark started to become irritable and worried. Sooner or later, and probably sooner rather than later, he knew he would mess this up. He would mess something up. It was his fate, Lark knew he was doomed to fall into the vicious cycle and doomed to pull those around down with him. Was any of this worth his effort at that point? Could he really find his sliver of happiness here? Lark didn't know. He had never known. But he had to try, if only because there were little other options left.
Picking up his pace, he soon saw Sahalie ahead. Lark bumped into her side in greeting. "When're you giving me grandchildren?" instantly he bit down on his tongue. Definitely not how he was intending that to come out. To play it cool, he quickly continued: "Season only lasts so long, and I'm sure you're driving Alastor crazy."