Yes, we're still in tears over James murder. The tenacious journalist was Cyrus' one true love and father to baby girl Ella. He didn't deserve the end he got but watching him die in the street is a scene we'll never forget.
We both know it's not my turn anymore. We both know we're not standing in the sun. We both know you're standing in the shade of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. As long as we're back, it's his turn, despite the fact that I'm the one you like to ride. That I'm the one who makes you moan. The one who reaches you in places that he can't begin to touch. Isn't that right?