I just. Now I feel guilty.
People tell me things. Then other people tell me other things. And I keep quiet because talking would be A Bad Thing, but.
I don't want to keep quiet because I love him but I love her and I love her and I love him and in a peculiar distant sort of way I love *him*, too.
Meh. ~waves hands~ I want to say something helpful but the way I feel is obstructing my Useful Words Generator. So I'll just keep quiet, like usual.
The number of times I've wished for a fairy wand to take care of this sort of thing...