That’s not how it works! You’re not the one in the middle of all of this. You’re not the one in the public eye. I have to face those people every goddamn day, with lists of what I can and can’t say, things I can and can’t do, because they’ll reflect badly on the company, because it makes us liable, because it makes me out to be anything less than the martyr I’m marketed as. I’ve had to take the long way home- sometimes I drive around for hours, hours Owen, so they don’t follow me.

Maybe they’ll go after you, for a time, but at the end of the day, it’s not your job to talk to them. It’s mine. I’m going to have to do damage control with a smile on my face and act like I have never wanted to punch every single one of those people every time they ask me if I was sleeping with Simon when I haven’t even gotten the chance to grieve him yet.

So don’t-- don’t sit there and act like you did me a favor.