So I'm hanging out with Salem the other day, when completely out of the blue, he goes: "You know, there are people like my parents and Eleanor, who I can see every day, and I'll never get tired of them, and then there are people like you, who I only need to see once a week, and that's more than enough".
*THUD* (sound of jaw hitting floor)
I mean, seriously. Ouch. So much for therapy telling me that people don't really hate me, it's just in my head. YEAH, RIGHT.