All right, who’s ready for follow-up on this storyline from last July? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
(Poor Rowan — at this rate it’s gonna take a solid year for these wings to grow in.)
In media res . . .
Archie: . . . went through three editors, okay . . . and none of them noticed that we gave Lt. Badiane two birthdays in the same year!
Rowan: That’s why you’ve gotta hire your own superfans! That’s not a hint — I already have a job — I’m just saying.
Archie: Hey, Rowan . . . I know how you feel about the idea of someone basing a script on your, ah, personal trauma. I even feel awkward writing things that remind me of you.
Rowan: Not on purpose, though, right?
Archie: No! Just because I’ve done the research on how it realistically affects people. And you’re a real person.
Rowan: Aw, thanks.
Archie: What I wanted to ask is . . .
How would you feel if — and this is just an idea — if I wrote a script where you were the inspiration for the victim-of-the-week’s supportive partner?
Not much later . . .
Violet: Hey, MCLIS is almost on. Want me to float you out here to watch it in the living room?
Rowan: Will you mix me some extra painkillers first?
Violet: You know it.
Rowan: Hey, Violet . . .
Rowan: You know the guy I’ve been FacetTiming with while these wings grow in?
Rowan: Well . . . I got permission to tell you this, but only because I promised you’d keep it under wraps . . .
He’s Archie Stavros. And I think we’re kinda friends.