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And, of course, he does. He laughs, wrapping both arms around her, and kisses her neck as he carries her over.

~~

Afterwards, they are lying quietly together, Susan's head pillowed on his chest as he lazily combs fingers through her hair. (It is nice; it is so lovely, as she is, and Lancelot feels more at ease than he has since he was laughing with Arthur over bourbon, half-drunk.) He feels light and warm, and somehow more clear-headed than he did this morning. He feels very good, but there is something that keeps tugging at his thoughts and he knows that, if he doesn't try to address it, it will make him worry.

He hesitates for a long while, nearly enough to make Susan wonder if he's drifted off, but then he says softly, "There is one more thing I would have thee know."