He worried for a while. About Olivia, then Kathy, then both. Then he let just them counterbalance him. The last couple years had shown him just how badly shit could swing out of order without one, and then the other, and when he had neither at all, well—he needs them both. He knows he needs them both, and he’d settled for “they will tolerate each other.” It seemed reasonable enough.
He’s… not sure if this is better or worse.