lanselos_du_lac

"Lancelot," Susan says, and sighs, too. She takes another sip of her tea and leans forward to set the half-empty mug next to Lancelot's, then tucks herself back against him, pulling his arm more firmly around her. "That sort of thing - taking the blame upon yourself - it's an eminently reasonable reaction, I think. Definitionally irrational, but reasonable."