Let me paint you idiots a picture.
I am Alice. I want to talk to Bob, securely. I call Bob into my Safe Space (we have those now, in C21). I lock the tinfoil. I encover the blankets. I intimately verify that Bob is indeed the Bob we all now and love. Bob and I are ready to communicate and we do so. Enthusiastically.
Bob leaves (without even a cuddle!), but I have more messages I want to give to Bob. Bob is too cute to pass up.
You remember your old acquaintance Mallory, except he never looked like Mallory. He looked like Charlie, or maybe the vaguely defined Dave or Eve or Fuckinghellmykidunderstandsthisbullshit.
When you saw Charlie, he told you "Don't worry Alice I'm here for you. I can wait here in your Safe Space and pass messages to Bob even if you're busy on some other Fling. And you don't have to tell me what the message says says, just put it in this box and lock it using these keys Bob gave me (I'm not lying!)".
You don't remember where Dave came from, you were just in the pub one day and after a few pints there he was, promising that he could help you commu^Wfuc^Wtalk to Bob even when Bob wasn't with you because he, Eve, would always be there no matter what and you could depend on him totally because you can trust him and he's totally alright even though he gets nothing back from you he's always got your interests at heart over his own because he's just so trustworthy.
Holy fuck I just can't do it any more. If you can't see it by now then good luck with your life.
Fuckinghellmykidunderstandsthisbullshit.