So basically, on the plane ride, she told you to back off?
Well, not in so many words. She was upset because she thought I ran away from her again.
Let me get this straight. We come all the way back from Venezuela so you can be with this woman, you risk trial and imprisonment, spend three months in solitary, wangle her a prestigious job and she tells you to shove it?
She doesn't want me making decisions for her.
You're a brilliant, beautiful wonderful man. She should thank god that someone as special as you gives a flying fuck what she does.
Language.
Last time she made a decision, she wound up with Red John's logo painted in blood on her face. She ought to strongly consider letting you be the brains in the future.
I owe her a lot.
What? Red John was her case. You're the one who finally got him. It's not your fault that the CBI was so crooked. Not your fault that she lost her job.
She stuck by me.
Like that's such a hardship. I would give anything to have been able to stick by you those ten years.
I know. I know you're just trying to protect me.
I think it's time for you to join the opposition. If she wants you to back off, back way the hell off. Give her room. Let her make her own decisions. Maybe in time, she'll cobble together enough brain cells to come back to you.
You just don't like her.
You're right. I don't like her. But that doesn't mean she's not an idiot.