"She is. She really is."

He already feels like shit, talking about his wife when he can still taste Susan on his lips, can still feel her arms around his shoulders even when there's plenty of space between them now. But it's a punch in this gut to hear Susan say that still, and he looks off to the side to hide the hurt in his eyes, squeezing them shut for a long moment.

"The former, yeah. The latter I doubt very much." Considering what a complete piece of shit he's being right now.