"No, no-- not at all, I just--" He stops himself, then lets his hand rest over hers. He glances down. "It isn't thee. I think... in the back of my mind, I think I expected upset. That if I were to share my feelings... I don't know. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was expecting--"

Lancelot stops himself again, because the way he feels now he isn't entirely certain how Susan will take the truth. Frankly, it surprises him to finally find words for it. But he makes himself go on, if quietly. "I was expecting Gwen's reaction, which is naught to do with thee."