I don't like what's happening. I don't like it and I'm powerless to stop it. It's so easy to be a friend, to be an understanding and sympathetic ear, to give affection to someone who's starved for it. It's so easy to play and flirt and laugh, to cuddle and charm. It's so easy, isn't it?

It's so easy to be as cool as autumn rain You start by sweeping standards down the well-known drain Then swap your zeal For nerves of steel It's so easy and you feel no pain... Leonard Bernstein, "Mass: Trope"

I hope you're thinking about what you're doing. I hope you aren't just falling into the same trap you've fallen into before. I hope you both are thinking about it. Jealous? Of course he is. I would be. I am frustrated, almost angry. Sad and hurt and wanting to shake you both. I hope you're thinking about it. Because you're encouraging her, and she's hurting him. And I know he's wrong, and I know he's not thinking straight himself, but this is so wrong. I love you all, but this is wrong. The tension in the air with all three of you here, getting up in the morning to find her asleep curled up against you. I was wrong to suggest she stay with you. And I knew it, but I didn't know what else to do, where else to go. I was wrong to ever let the two of you meet. It's not helping anything.