Stephie, Spectre said that you felt I was yelling at you last night. I'm so sorry. I wasn't yelling at you, which is why I said I wasn't angry with you. I had just left Russia and I was just...too emotionally drained to deal with strangers in my house without any explanation. And if Scott was someone who had explained better than, "I'm Scott," as if I should know him, I wouldn't have flipped out so much. Then he refused to hand me Marie and it freaked me out. I came to you because I thought you'd understand I had been through something terrible and then finding some stranger who wouldn't hand me Marie was pretty...emotionally traumatising. I didn't mean to yell, I was just freaking out. And when you yelled back, probably because you were freaking out too. I just couldn't handle it any more and I couldn't stay in the same room if it was going to be an argument. I didn't have the energy.
I'm very sorry, Stephie. And will you tell Scott that now that I'm calmer, I actually appreciate that he didn't hand over Marie. He didn't explain who he was, but neither did I, and the fact that he wouldn't surrender her to someone who barged in and demanded her is...pretty impressive. Even if it did piss me right the fuck off.
Are we okay? I really...I would like to talk to you about Russia. It was shit. I'm at RMMH with Katya until she can leave. She's quite ill. All stuff she will recover from, but it'll take awhile. And I don't want her to be alone because she's been alone for so long.