[He winces a little at that. Point taken. He chews his lower lip, finishing his flower arrangement in the pitcher and leaning on the counter as he studies Steve.]
We could.
[He has no qualms lying to the press, really, even if for the most part he just tries to avoid them all together. He also knows that there are some really nasty journalists out there who latch onto something and remain latched onto it until eventually the truth shakes loose, even if that truth is no one else's business at all. He thinks briefly of Susan Berg and how she'd blackmailed his mom into interviews in return for keeping his suicide attempt under wraps. She may not have meant for that to come out, but it had anyway. Reporters couldn't be trusted. Ever.]
We could tell them you're mentoring me to try and keep me off drugs. [That would at least be believable.]
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We could.
[He has no qualms lying to the press, really, even if for the most part he just tries to avoid them all together. He also knows that there are some really nasty journalists out there who latch onto something and remain latched onto it until eventually the truth shakes loose, even if that truth is no one else's business at all. He thinks briefly of Susan Berg and how she'd blackmailed his mom into interviews in return for keeping his suicide attempt under wraps. She may not have meant for that to come out, but it had anyway. Reporters couldn't be trusted. Ever.]
We could tell them you're mentoring me to try and keep me off drugs. [That would at least be believable.]