Susan nods soberly. She's trying not to let her emotions show too clearly on her face, but her antennae are drooping, her lips pressed together.

"I don't, either," she says after a moment, very quietly. She isn't looking at him, but down at her hands, twisting her fingers together. "You're... you've been better to me than any man ever was, I think. And I'm sorry it's taken us down this way. I truly am. You don't deserve this shit."