On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Damn. Sometimes Galahad's very straightforward curiosity got teeth. "Somewhere, uh, between the two? At first I thought she was just kissing me to stay bubbly—like, to make herself clear-headed, because adrenaline helps. But—I think she actually like, likes me. And I like her. But it's, uh, it's pretty—we're playing it by ear. We've both got—stuff to work through."