Gerri comes home from work to find Roman staring at his phone, a blank look on his face. "Are you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah. Fuck you, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I do love these sweet nothings." Gerri sets her briefcase down on the table.
"I'm sorry. I meant to say, Gerri, love of my life, how was your day at work, darling?"
"Better than yours, by the looks of it." She sidles over to sit beside him, glancing at his phone.
"It's uh… the video," he says quickly, as if to get it over with. "It's gone viral again, because of the show."
"I told you to stop reading the comments on the video." She reaches out to touch his hair lightly, both reproachful and gentle.
"Yeah. I wasn't looking for it. I was looking for, you know, reviews? And it just popped up. Roman Roy, writer and executive producer of The Electric Circus, having a total meltdown."
"It's just words on a screen. Don't let it get to you."
"I mean, the positive reviews are just words on a screen too."
"I know. But just focus on the positive. Don't worry about trolls." She makes air quotes.
"Okay, boomer." He twists away from her. "Could you… like, as my legal counsel, maybe take some action against them?"
"That would just draw more attention to it."
"Easy for you to say. The worst moment of your life isn't online for all to see." His eyes are watering suddenly and he wipes the side of his face without looking at her.
"Oh, honey." She draws him in to her and rests her chin on his head. "It'll be okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She tilts his head back to look him in the eyes. "If you like, I can release the many photos of your genitalia I have in my possession, and that'll make everyone forget about the video."
He breaks into a smile that warms her heart. "You would do that for me?"
"No, I'd do it for me. I could make a fortune selling them on the black market."
"Mmm hmm." He leans in and kisses her. "I forgot what a stone cold bitch you are."
"I love you too," she says.