But really. GQ’s relationship with La-Leto is so emotionally abusive. They drool over him one season, laugh about him the next. GQ is like that fuckboy you let fuck you around because they look good in a suit when they clean up.
When you have to agree with GQ when it comes to their Leto assessment it’s basically like: fine, we can do it – but let’s get one thing straight: I’m gonna hate you (and myself) afterwards.