Reese lays in bed, slowly growing more and more outraged. AIDS panic? Has Katrina been listening to eighties-era Jerry Falwell sermons? It’s bad enough that Katrina somehow has entitled herself to feelings about Reese’s sex life, to judgments over Reese having slept with some other bitch’s husband—but AIDS panic? In a situation in which only one person has HIV and it’s undetectable? What the actual fuck?
