I don't need to. The trip alone is worth whatever bullshit punishment they give. Seeing you confess to all of it? I'd scrub toilets with a toothbrush for a month to see that.

[He does enjoy your humiliation, Petre. It's what finally got you a kiss, if only you could remember it.]

Next weekend. We get separate day-passes into Salem, then meet up and catch the commuter train. That means I can't put a fucking toe out of line this week, though, so keep that in mind too.