Very well. Susan supposes she can grant herself the grace of a day to adjust to this new normal and perhaps find another way to grapple with the weight of its implications, perhaps more successfully than she's managed thus far. She's survived far worse, before, with considerably fewer resources. She unwinds one of her arms from around his neck and cups his cheek with a soft hand instead, running her thumb along his cheekbone. "I do so appreciate you."