“Don’t talk to me about tough calls, and names on the door. That woman needs us. And I don’t know whats going on with you or whats happened to you. But I know that you have stuff that you don’t talk about, I know that. But somethings going on with you and I’m sorry about that, I am. But that doesn’t mean that you get to stop being Olivia Pope. When Charles fractured 3 of my ribs, and broke my jaw and threw me out into the snow in my night gown. Olivia Pope took a tire iron and broke his knee cap. And then Olivia got me the best divorce attorney in the state. And got me out of that marriage. Its what Olivia does. Its who you are. You are the gladiator. I would gladly follow you over a cliff. But you gotta show up. You gotta be a warrior. You don’t get to pick and choose when the real Olivia Pope walks through that door. You made the wrong call.”
You’re afraid that it was nothing, that he’s forgotten it already—tossed you like yesterday’s paper and moved on without another thought. And if he’s forgotten, then it’s almost as if it never happened, that what you had with him wasn’t real, and that makes you feel completely and utterly alone. But I haven’t forgotten; I know what happened; I know it was real. And whatever you want to do here, however you want to play this thing out, I will stand beside you every step of the way. If you ask me to, I will make him remember. And you will never, ever be alone in this again.