Altair: I know you’re right… 

Clover: Do you think you’re going to try and talk with him again?

Altair: No. I don’t think so. If it was new, then maybe I could look past it. But it wasn’t it was years… and something like this? My father could go to jail. He may be a berryhole but he’s the berryhole that raised me. You can’t hide things like that.

Clover: You’re right… do you need Provence to stay with me for a few days while you process?

Altair: That would be great… she’s already had to see me such a mess so much. It would be nice if all of her memories weren’t of me as a total mess.

Clover: Then what was it…?

Altair: It was about Foxglove…and his death… and apparently my father is their main suspect…

Clover: Holy shiitake… I’m sorry Altair. Why didn’t he tell you?

Altair: He said he was trying to protect me.

Clover: I know you’re going to be upset with me for this… but I think he was just doing what he felt was right.

Clover: What happened? You two seemed so happy together. 

Altair: Yeah, we were… he was just hiding things from me.

Clover: He better not have been cheating. If he was cheating, oh, I swear to berry that I will rip off his balls and make him eat them

Altair: Calm down there tiger. It wasn’t anything like that.

[whack]

Clover: You’ve left me no choice. Now you must eat pillow.

Altair: Okay, okay. I give up! Please, stop. [laughing]

Clover: So, tell me? What’s this big thing that happened?

Altair: I broke up with Ume.

Clover: Whoa. Shut the front door. That was not what I was expecting at all.

Altair: How am I supposed to trust you after this? Some of those files… they go back to when Provence was a baby. That’s years Ume. Years of secrets. How many times have you lied to me during that time? What have you done to keep all of that from me? … I-I… just can’t.

 Ume: You don’t really mean this…you can’t.

Altair: Yeah. I do. What you did… fudging hurts… and as of right now, I don’t know how to come back from that.