Susan lifts her chin, too - she's trying ever so hard not to be embarrassed about her lack of genuine relationship experience. "Is it a problem for you?" she asks. "That Lancelot has been spending more time with me since all this-" she gestures loosely toward the alcohol, to indicate the change in their circumstances- "began? I just..."

A tiny nod, mostly to herself: she must be honest. "I don't know how these things are supposed to work," she admits, flushing lightly. "And I don't want to... infringe, I suppose, on your time with him. But this month is ever so dreadful, and I've needed him more."