Letters of fire and bronze, Cupid!
While the show is overall better than under the previous regime, there's some seriously illogical and repetitive scripting going on here--mainly in the Atonal Adam and Sharon vortices of suck.
With Victor, unless there's some hitherto-to-be-revealed seriously soapy cure that only scrapings from Adam's epidermis can cure, dear ole Vic's strategy of defending and pitting the spoiled puss that's just returned against his other offspring and continued mouthing of fambly values is kinda odd, to say the least.
Speaking of fambly, yup, AA's whinging about CAN is a load of portapotty--to mix metaphors, that kid's had more handlers than Beyoncé. No wonder he doesn't talk.
And the deeply beautiful fan-diddling of AA and Sharon? Rey's counter is running backward toward zero at a helluva rate as I type. And Sharon, GC's GC, the endlessly renewable virgin is sliding into home-base with the practised ease that only a true professional in the arts of vacancy and coquetterie can bring. Black scanties at the ready. For both parties.
As for the Vlad Putin level of oiling over the truth that Sharon's putting out... Well, the heart and the cooter know when it's time to join Dolly Parton singing, "Here I go again," or words to that effect. "Adam is just misunderstood," Yup, To the tune of a Harvard grad degree, executive employment, and a grudge that burns like a sore pile on a hot afternoon.
But behold ye the bug eyes of self-brainwashed credulity--thy name is Sharon.