After his past experiences with the press, Tony very rarely bought newspapers, however the comments surrounding his recent performances had started to get quite noisy.
While he hadn't yet been faced with doorstep reporters, it was very clear from conversation taking place online and from what he had heard was in the newspapers that his actions were being discussed.
If there was one good thing about his show being slagged off, it was that it seemed to stop them talking about him and Abbie, which helped at home.
“Tony. What the fuck is this?”
“Tony?!” Alison was serious.
Tony's head was pounding, so he simply looked sluggishly towards Alison with an inquisitive look. The large fluffed up pillows and soft yellow quilt cover were not going to make this comfortable he thought.
“Do we even need to talk about this?” Alison's voice was slightly muffled as she was trying to hold back from crying. “If you don't want to be with me then just tell me Tony.”
“Of course I do.” Tony replied. “I don't even know what you are talking about.”
“You never do Tony. Yet every couple of weeks it's put in front of my face again.”
“You shouldn't read the papers, they print anything they can get their hands on that looks like it might cause scandal.”
“Tony, I know you've had trouble with them in the past, but you cannot use that as an excuse to get me to ignore something that appears to be pretty clear.”
“I really don't know what you mean.” Tony really didn't, but as a hazy memory of the night before cam back, he was worried he might soon.
“Tony, how many times do I have to see pictures of you with this girl before you either tell me something I don't want to hear, or I find it out for myself?”
Tony sat in silent, doubly painful contemplation.
“We agreed remember Tony. We sat and we agreed that we would never do anything like this to each other.”
“I know. I haven't...”
“After your past and my past Tony, this is not something I want to deal with.” Alison really was crying now.
“So why are you making me have to deal with it?”
“There really is nothing going on.”
“So why does it look like it, and why are you always out with her, and never out with me?”
Tony thought for a second. “She just happens to be where I go, and we are just friends. If something were to happen I would tell you, I really would.”
“Would you Tony? I love you but I am starting to get the feeling that maybe you don't feel the same way.”
“Of course I love you.” Tony tried to article the debate that was going on in his head. “It's just that...”
“Oh fine. Fuck you Tony.”
That was not what he intended to say.
As Alison stormed out of the bedroom she threw the paper at Tony, which landed open on the half page picture of him with his arms wrapped around Abbie. Apparently it hadn't stopped them.
Tony looked at the picture and thought to himself. Part of him wanted to go and chase after Alison, while his more analytical side was wondering why he was even in this situation. He liked Abbie, of course he did, but he had never set out with any intention of doing something wrong. Or had he? No. No. He wasn't like that any more, even though it had taken a long time he had grown up.
Tony hit his stumbling block, the question over what would happen if faced with a choice. While he was many things, he was not the sort of person to carry on an affair. He may make mistakes in how he deals with things, but he is not that kind of person. He doesn't ever want to be that kind of person. What's the point in being credible in his work if he couldn't be credible in his own personal actions? Besides, it wasn't his fault that his work credibility was being damaged, he had acted in good faith at all times.
Maybe that was it. He had acted in good faith, but the situation had developed in a way he wasn't expecting. Bloody hell, where now?