I know fandoms. I know this fandom, and once they hear I delivered Jane’s daughter, it’ll do the inverse of what we’ve been trying to accomplish. “I had to cancel dinner with my dad tonight,” I remind him. “For this. He’s not dumb. He’s gonna think I’m like Thatcher or Farrow to your family. Like I’m more than a no-named, replaceable bodyguard, and I have to be no one.” Lo is quiet.
