Let me tell you something about Petyr Baelish. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Brandon who was totally gorgeous but then he got killed in Robert's Rebellion, and Petyr was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Brandon, he'd be like, "Why didn't you call me back?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my wedding, which was a hunky Stark wedding, I was like, "Petyr, I can't invite you, because I think you're in love with me." I mean I couldn't have someone who was in love with me at my party. There was gonna be Brandon there marrying me. I mean, right? He was a IN LOVE WITH ME. So then he called Brandon and started dueling him, it was so retarded. And then he left Riverrun because no one would talk to him, and he came to King's Landing in the fall for high school, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he owns a brothel.
“As his men died around him, Littlefinger slid Ned’s dagger from its sheath and shoved it up under his chin. His smile was apologetic. “I did warn you not to trust me, you know.”—Georges R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire (A Game of Thrones) Game of shit goes down every episode.