He finds this calming almost, being here, comforting her, playing hero. That’s why he got into medicine in the first place, though plastic surgery isn’t exactly saving lives, and that’s also why he didn’t say no to Bea when she called and said, Please help. “I should have known,” she moans for at least the hundredth time, and Colin shushes her for at least the ninety-ninth time and assures her that she couldn’t have. “How did I not know this? Am I the dumbest wife in the history of marriage?” Colin’s hands falter on her shoulders, and he tries to pry the tequila bottle out of her clenched hands. But she lifts it to her lips and cringes as it burns down her throat. Leon, who’s parked on the sofa with worried (half-mast) eyes, silently indicates that Colin should just let her drink. Owen, who’s parked next to Leon, slouches into the couch pillows and offers nothing. “Men are assholes,” Colin says, which makes Annie cry harder, so he apologizes for the comment.
