Re: Locked
All his bruises were his own, antihero, and I would still bet good money the driver didn't touch another woman. [...] You're more and more like Jaybird every single day. [...] Let's say I believe you. How are you fixing it? Besides groveling. What if Red knocked on your door right now, drunk like you are, do you actually think you'd be able to turn her away? [And she ignores that last question.]