It took her a little while for her to absorb all that, but it made sense when it all came together. If Eddie had somehow managed to regain control, he probably would've hated himself. She wasn't about to think of his death as 'doing him a favor', because it led down a dark road that she refused to take. But it helped her make sense of it, some.
She nodded, scooting closer to him, nestling under his arm. "It doesn't get any easier when it's actually you. The things they print... it's insane." Sometimes she wondered if the tabloids were run by the Misfits.
She let her head rest against his shoulder. "We should go get a drink. Somewhere very private." She could not deal with the press right now. It was already out that she Ollie were an item, but she was still a little shaky and didn't want to be seen like this. Also she didn't like drinking in public. She never got drunk, but she had a lot of fans who were kids and she didn't want to set a bad example. Yes, sometimes she was a little too squeaky clean.