So you've given a quarter of the time to unfucking it as comprehensively as it was fucked in the first place. I wouldn't call time yet, if I were you. But I don't have the faintest idea of how it works. Not until it's the same amount of time.
I didn't mean that. I meant, he knows. He's not walking in blind. I wasn't the same, she didn't know walking in. I suppose I was predisposed, always bloody was, but I didn't step off that particular cliff-edge until long after she was part of it. I don't know she would have chosen to be around. Not with who I am now.
If he's in danger, and it's not going away but he knows, I suppose it's his risk. Not yours. His choice. You want him there, don't you?