currently losing sleep over some fucking gay loser who rose from the dead, slaughtered thousands, and took a 200 year nap, then woke up just in time to be forced to play house with some ancient vampire nepo baby who's never wanted for a thing in his life. you might think owen's actions are unjustifiable. and you'd be right. but if scott goldsmith came by, stole your dinner and made you into his bitch wife who even the kids don't respect, how well would you take it? exactly. the affair with the human doctor you're pretending isn't twice your age thanks to the technicality of the 200 year nap is a given. the brooding, the relentless stalking and tormenting of the other humans, the immediate killing of the vibe wherever you go with your aura of staggering misery—all that is marginally less reasonable, but try to keep in mind. scott goldsmith. bitch wife. the situation is extremely dire okay. let's give owen some grace in this trying time
