[sound of something breaking in the office. Too worked up to reply reasonably.]
Godfuckingdammit, Wren. I'm asking you, as someone I consider my friend, to not do this to me right now. If you feel like you have to pay me, instead of giving me rent that I apparently don't need any more, take some of the fucking money I've got now and redecorate this place so that it doesn't feel so much like her.