"Asshole," Rosario agreed, with a surreptitious rub at her eyes. "Fucking— skeevy no-consequences silver-spoon dickbag." Cursing him out didn't fix anything, but it felt better than tears. It made the buzzing-chest-cavity-full-of-angry-bees feeling a little easier to bear.
She moaned. "I don't know what to do with any of this. Do I have to tell Archer now? Am I obligated? Fuck!"