He felt dirty. He felt dirty the same way he used to feel dirty when he laughed at (with) Chris’ cruelty.

It was only temporary. Fuck over a distraught, helpless woman, enable her greedy brother to do it and convince himself it was for her own good, beg her forgiveness once all was done … and scrub this from his skin like he had scraped every part that Simon had ever touched.

(Except his hair. Hair repelled Simon’s Simon-plague, and that was the logic he was sticking to.)

“Your father’s attorney will likely attempt trouble, but I suspect he will be laughed out of court, Mr. Carrington.”