hall of fame

Good.

I can’t decide if I’ve made things worse for you by pointing out the truth.

You’re so much better off without listening to his toxic bullshit.

You worshipped the ground he walked on not that long ago.

Did you just admit that your father is a colossal prick?

According to your dad it’s an innate talent, can’t let it go to waste.

Did you expect any less from a scheming Fairfax?

Or get Ivy her own boyfriend, whichever works out first.

I need to convince Ivy to have lunch with her sister more often.

Yes, please do that.

I didn’t want you to feel like I was criticising you, when I definitely wasn’t.

Am I allowed to point out that you lasted longer that time?

We better.

I don’t want to go either.

Thank you.

Is that the best congratulations you can give me now as your girlfriend? If so I might need to reconsider.