Fashion Victims Ep. 1.6

Kurt stood at Barbi's side at the large glass doors that lead into the lobby of Dollhouse Modeling, his head down, his hands shaking. She wouldn't even look at him. She hadn't said two words since he had shown up at the office. He took a deep breath, and the second the door opened, and the camera flashes hit them, he felt her grab his hand.
"Play nice for the press honey." She spoke through gritted teeth.
He kept his head low, turned to the cameras and gave a weak, mournful smile. No teeth. You never showed teeth when someone was dead. He didn't want to seem like he was glad that Eve was now resting in the City of Chicago Morgue.
Once they had made it through the lobby and into the main offices Barbi ripped her hand away from Kurt.
"Where were you last night?" She smacked him across the face.
Kurt stumbled back, his hand over his stinging cheek. He looked at her, shocked at how cruel she was acting. He understood she was upset, and that she was normally a frigid bitch, but this was a new level of mean.
"I was drunk." He stood up straight, using his hands to wipe away the tears that had started to spill from his eyes. "You hate when I'm drunk, so I crashed at a friend's place."
"Right." She seemed to spit the word at him. "I told your brother we were at home, together. If he starts grilling you play along. Dollhouse is going to take a hit in the press, and I don't want any of this to hurt us even more."
"Hurt us?" He could feel his voice raising. "Someone is dead Barbi. I think it's time we stopped worrying about our company image, and start worrying about the safety of our employees. About your safety."
He caught himself. He was yelling. He was pretty sure that the plague of reporters outside had caught a few choice words he spit at her.
He could tell that she was considering if she should smack him again, but at the last moment she decided against it. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy blonde hair, adjusted her blouse, and turned to the confrence room doors.
"We'll deal with this later." She was growling now.
Kurt wanted to run away. Everything in his mind was telling him to flee, and yet, the stupid part of him, the greedy part of him, followed his wife into the confrence room, and smile on his lips, and a bright red hand print on his cheek.