"Why don't you just suck it up, Stabler? So, she left you, we heard. It's not the end of the world."
Yeah, I said that this morning. And, even more surprising, Stabler walked away. No black eyes, bloody lips, or broken noses for the Munchkin today, nosiree.
Even a little later, as Olivia approached me about it, she didn't seem that angry or anything. I actually got the feeling she was glad that someone had finally told her partner to quit the whining.
She didn't even ask why I said it, just accepted it as a man who'd been through divorce enough times to be allowed to tell Stabler to shut up without penalty.