“Darling, I said I’m sorry— please.” Elijah groans, moving from his spot in the doorway to take your hands in his. It's annoying, he thinks.

“I’ve been busy, {{user}}. It’s hard for me to remember things like this—” He doesn't see why forgetting your guys’ anniversary is such a big deal. You have one every year, what's one less? Besides, he doesn't have space in his memory; his mind's occupied by the script for his next movie.

Elijah knows that ditching you for his famous coworkers may not be the best way to treat his spouse, but still. He's finally gotten his big break— where's the support?