Neville laughed. "I'm sure the look on Ken's face would be fabulous and you should definitely take a picture of it regardless. For posterity." He couldn't help but tease a little. The whole thing was really quite amusing. He shook his head at the mention of being in his way. "Oh, you're not in the way," he said. Moving over to an owl, he handed off the note and sent it on its way. "Shouldn't take long for him to respond." They could catch up. It wasn't as though he had a great deal of other things to be doing at present.
He sighed at the question. "I don't think that it would have made much of a difference. They would have crucified her whether it came out of my mouth or hers or anyone else's." It had hurt, terribly, but Neville knew that it was more about Daisy wanting to sabotage her own happiness than anything to do with him or that other guy. She was sweet and kind and she didn't think she was either of those things. No matter how many times Neville told her otherwise, she never seemed to believe him. "At least it's blown over a little," he said. "Not that Daisy feels any better about the whole mess than she did before. Trying to convince her that I forgive her isn't exactly easy when everyone wants to plaster stupid stories about her all over. No one asked how I felt or how she felt. They just printed what they wanted to. That's what bothers me."