“No.” He shook his head again. “We can’t because you publicly shit on us, Liz.” “I didn’t mean to do any of this!” “I know, I know,” he groaned, sounding truly conflicted. “I know you’re sick. I know you don’t mean any of this, but it’s still real for me. Because I’m here, Liz. I’m the collateral fucking damage.” “Hugh…” “I don’t have a bubble to fall into, baby. My feelings are real and I don’t have a button to switch it off like you.”
