“Then come clean about it all and get this weight off yo chest. We don’t need protectin’! And I’d rather us get bothered by random weirdos than see you like this. You deserve to be happy, too.” She stands and goes to her dresser, searching for something, “we’ll find a way to make this all work. It’s not like yo’ siblins ain’t had their share of the public eye. What with Kurt bein’ a war hero, Scott a doctor without borders, and Nat takin’ on high profile people get a lot of attention.” She pulls a small, wooden box from her drawer and opens it, sauntering back to the bed to sit beside Damien.
“Us Simpsons love hard, y’know. If you believe she the one, and you’d rather live wit’ her through love n’ strife than be miserable witout her, then you need to do the right thing,” she passes the box to Damien where he finds his great grandmother’s wedding ring and pushes it away.