Good. [A beat, and then an added statement of sincerity:] I don't think I could handle that. After everything ... [Veronica's voice trails off. That's another way that she and Betty are different. Part of Veronica's grace in the world comes with a strange comfort of being willing to speak her mind, and speak how she feels. She knows that it's never as easy for Betty. While Veronica wears everything externally, Betty has learned to conceal it all, to keep it all inside. It's necessary to survive her family. And it's necessary to survive this town.

Her hand moves up, fingers drifting over Betty's cheek. She breathes out, eyes searching Betty's for a moment longer.]

Perhaps we should've known that it'd always come back to us. [Her eyebrows raise with a hint of mischief. At the end of the day, Veronica isn't about to face something like this without diving in headfirst. Besides, she sees no point in not enjoying this, and enjoying her time with Betty Cooper. She cares deeply for her friend, possibly more than anyone else in this town (sans Archie and her mom—though obviously the latter is a whole different thing altogether than ... this).]

So, shall we?