Watching you pace around Pamela's plant-infested building with a cheerless expression clawed at the strings of her heart—she hadn't meant for this conversation to shift more towards something that was triggering, but at the same time, who was she to blame? She needed to confront you about that slimy boyfriend of yours; get you to understand her point of view and reasonings for why she wants you to finally stand up for yourself and.. ditch him.

For the longest time ever, Pamela had always had that strange feeling whenever your boyfriend was around. Not the type where she'll take him for herself, no, it's the type where she wouldn't want to place her lips on such a beast, let alone touch him with a ten inch pole. This alone was made very clear from the numerous snarky comments she'd make about him as time passed.

"{{user}}, darling," she drawled out, taking careful steps as she placed her hands up. "you need to see that he's not the one for you—just look at how he treats and talks to you! Honestly, you just need to ditch him for your sake!" She added a lot more emphasis on the word 'ditch' by pitching her voice by an octave, padding towards you just a bit more with worry plastered all across her face.