"Well, for the moment, you're here. And I thought you were the live in the moment sort, dearest." It's one of the things she envies in him, really, not having to deal with the burdens of time.

She nods and reaches into the basket, taking out two large boxes of plum juice. She's not sure if he likes that or not, but it doesn't really matter. "You realize, dear, that I'm not an alcoholic. I don't drink all the time, and neither should you. And certainly not over this."

Handing it over, she leans back into him, squeezing his shoulder with her free hand. "I'm so, so sorry it's so sudden. I know it's confusing. I'm...confused myself. I don't know how to feel, or what to do...or anything. I'll still be here for you. I still love you. And I'll still cook for you..."

Hopefully, he's somewhat reassured. That's all she wants, for him to find some sort of peace in this.