"Ugh. After dating a rich white guy, I realized how little I'd ever want to meet his family. What do socialites even do? It sounds fake." She almost swats the hand away, but curls her fingers around it instead, holding gently.

"It seemed like he was mixed up about his own issues. When the trial really had nothing to do with him at all. I guess that's how fears are sometimes, blinding and irrational... but if he went on a sudden killing spree, I still don't understand how he rather it be handled."