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Leo! Hey!

That's Becca. We dated for a minute, but it was nothing serious.

She cheated on you?

Lucy! I missed you so much.

I'm so excited.

Do you guys know this girl? She hooked up with my brother.

She's claiming that she was, like, drugged.

It's impossible for you to know what actually happened. You were not there.

One of my sorority sisters sent out an email this morning.

Pippa! It's like you don't listen to me.

I'm having sex with Marianne's husband Oliver.

- Pippa doesn't know. - Your friends missing you?

I do feel kind of bad about Lucy.

You told her you were with me?

This doesn't work if I can't trust you.

- You can trust me. - Is that your girlfriend?

- No, we're just hanging out. - Is that what Molly thinks?

I just can't stop thinking about Bree.

S-See you around.

Did you talk to your dad about your score yet?

Yeah, he's really upset with me.

You sure Diana's okay with me staying here this weekend?

After everything Lucy said about you,

I just thought you might at least be better looking.

I know he's your brother, but he's a very bad person.

- What did she say to you? - Someday I'm gonna find out

what a bad person you are.

Hey. I'm sure you've heard a lot of shit about me

- from Lucy. - I just ran into Stephen,

and he said a bunch of shit.

He twists shit all the time!

He just left me the most disgusting voicemail

I've ever heard in my life.

You talk to my sister last night,

and now you're not gonna pick up your fucking phone?

You're just a pointless fucking cunt!

Listen to me.

I'm getting married tomorrow.

I have a chance to be happy, okay? Like,

genuinely happy.

This is my chance to have a family.

To live a life that I don't feel like a fucking...

visitor in. So, please just...

just leave me alone.

I wanna feel like a good person again.

- Hey. - Hey.

Jesus, Bree.

You couldn't do that outside?

I-I'm sorry, I just... I didn't want your mom to see me.

I-I told her I quit six months ago.

Alright, well, the, car's here.

- Okay, I'll be there in a minute. Okay. - Alright.

- Love you. - Love you.

Jesus, don't... Sorry.

- You're jumpy tonight. - I... No, I'm just...

going over all the bridesmaid duties for tomorrow.

Yeah, just...

Hey. What's up, man. I meant to ask you...

- Hey. - Hi, how you doing?

- Okay. - Yeah?

- You look so pretty. - Thank you.

Hey, is, um, is Lydia coming tonight?

No. She wasn't feeling well.

She's staying at the hotel tonight,

but she will be there tomorrow.

Cool.

- Good? Okay. - Yeah.

Bree, did you... What is she doing here?

Did you invite Diana?

No!

No, I haven't seen her in years.

Hey.

My God. No.

Are we hallucinating?

My God.

- Hi. - Hi.

Guys, meet Diana,

the woman that I've been seeing.

Hi.

Wow! Wow.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Congrats, I-I hope this is okay.

Yeah, it's great.

Lucy. You're looking well.

Yeah, you... Yeah, so are you.

So, I'm gonna go find our table and let you guys freely interrogate Pippa.

Okay.

- H-how? - How long?

Wait, can you guys just be cool about this?

Things are good with her. Like...

Like, really good.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Obviously, if you're... if you're happy,

- then we're happy. It's just... - So weird.

- Yeah. - It's so weird.

I know, I know.

Wait, so, but how long have you two been together?

Depends on who you ask.

I'm gonna be that guy, sorry.

During Bree and Evan's relationship, I watched how Evan,

who was always the best guy out of any of us,

became an even better guy.

Since then, through everything,

they have worked to be good to each other.

They've kept making each other better.

I never got how any relationship

could be worth so much work,

but Evan has always been smarter than me.

He figured out early what makes it worth the effort.

Finding that one person

worth changing for.

It took me a lot of false starts,

a few big mistakes before I finally found my person worth changing for.

She couldn't be here tonight, but...

please relay how adoring I have been.

No, Evan and Bree.

Thank you for showing us

why it's worth it.

Evan and Bree!

Evan and Bree!

Cheers!

Should we do some shots?

Hi.

I think I need some fresh air.

- I'm gonna come. - Okay, God.

Did you just protect my head?

It's very sweet.

Whoa. Snow is crazy.

Seems like the whole school is gonna be stuck here this weekend.

You're so smug!

I feel like you, like, willed this weather to happen.

I can't help it.

I'm so relieved. I am so relieved.

The idea of spending Thanksgiving with my mom and her boyfriend is...

- just so awkward. - Yeah.

You can answer that if you need to.

Nah, it's, it's my mom.

I'll deal with that later.

Hey.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Just puts me in a bad mood to talk about it.

It's okay. You can get into a bad mood.

I'll just get you back into a good mood.

It's fine.

It's not a big deal. I mean, I...

I told you that my dad and I don't really get along.

- Yeah, yeah. - So,

it's just easier to avoid family stuff.

And my mom's giving me a hard time about it.

She wants me to make peace with him.

Well, maybe that's not a bad thing.

No, you don't know my dad.

No, I know. I-I'm just saying...

my dad was not perfect,

but him dying was...

the worst thing that's ever happened, and I-I just don't want you to...

regret it someday if you don't forgive him.

Look, I am really sorry about your dad

but I need you to trust me when I tell you that it's not the same.

Forgiving someone is a totally reasonable suggestion, but...

some parents, they don't care if you forgive them or not.

Sorry. I'm sorry. It...

I-It's none of my business. I'm sorry.

The drive here was terrible.

If we left any later, we'd have been stuck at Baird.

That would've been horrible.

I better go.

Listen, it's gonna be hard to talk.

There's not a lot of privacy here.

I get it. Have a good Thanksgiving.

I miss you.

I kind of miss you, too.

Thanksgiving dinner's all sold out!

Sorry, guys!

I really need to break up with Molly.

See, you say that, but then she comes over,

and you get all domestic.

I'm worried she thinks we're more than we are.

- Like, girlfriend-boyfriend, - Maybe you should be,

since you are.

Hey, there's Bree.

- You think we should say hi? - No.

I'm gonna go say hi.

Hey, Bree.

- Hey. - How are you?

- Hey. - I-It's been a minute.

Good, yeah.

Right now, a little disappointed

- this Thanksgiving dinner is sold out. - Yeah.

Vodka and ramen in the dorms it is.

- Shit, that's bleak. - Yeah, well, my Thanksgiving plans

have never been that fancy anyway.

You know how I feel about the holidays. They're always sort of...

- whatever. - Yeah, I know.

Well, at least it's not Taco Bell with that weird neighbor kid though, right?

Excuse me, that was one of the best Thanksgivings of my life.

Anyway, I should break it to the girls.

It's good to see you.

Happy Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving.

Yeah, happy Thanks... happy Thanksgiving!

Dude, she was so nice to me.

- I think she wants to hang out. - What?

You got that from that short conversation?

Yeah, I can read her. Alright, I have an idea.

We have Friendsgiving, and we invite her, since we're all stuck here anyways.

- Seems like a lotta work for one person. - Well, she needs somewhere to go,

and that place can be my house.

Come on, man. Molly's on her way to Bedford. It's perfect!

- Okay. - Let's do it.

Okay.

You would think that Oliver would be, like,

a total food snob, but he loves Doritos.

- So, h-he's gone all weekend? - Yeah.

They're visiting some of Marianne's friends in Vermont.

Probably won't hear from him much.

- I'm sorry. - My God, it's fine.

I wouldn't expect to.

I mean, he's stuck in a house with a bunch of old people, probably, like,

eating Cornish game hen or something.

And I am here with this...

feast.

It's okay, I know the rules.

Okay, hi!

We've been invited to Evan's for Friendsgiving.

Wrigley says they're planning a whole thing,

like with... real food.

Lots of real food!

They look very skeptical, Wrigley. You're gonna have to convince them.

Yeah, girls, we got tiny marshmallows,

potatoes you can mash, a juicy turkey, yams....

Dude, send her a picture of the pie.

Okay, I'm gonna text you a picture of this pie.

Make sure she invites Bree!

Okay! Um, I'm gonna mute you guys. Um...

Honestly, they had me at tiny marshmallows.

Are you serious? Bree doesn't wanna hang out with Evan.

It... might be fun?

Might be fun? Would you do Thanksgiving with your ex?

I mean, we have no real food here and, honestly,

it's kinda satisfying to see him grovel.

I want the tiny marshmallows.

- What about Stephen? - He's not going. I already checked.

Yeah, okay, sure. Yeah, let's go,

let's go do Thanksgiving with your ex-boyfriends.

It's super normal.

Alright, we're in.

Yeah! Alright, okay.

Are you sure you're not sleeping with Wrigley again?

I promise.

We just sleep next to each other, fully clothed.

It is not sexual.

Whatever you say. - Bree!

It's really not like that. If I wanted to be sleeping with somebody,

then I would be, but I don't.

Hey! Where's your bag? You packed?

No, we're not going to Connecticut.

Why? Trains aren't canceled, we can make it.

It's not transportation-dependent.

I just... I'm done with my dad.

We just had a huge fight.

You've been having these stupid fights with him all month.

This was worse. He started talking to me

like he talks to my mother.

Like I'm suddenly this complete disappointment

because I failed the LSAT.

He's never spoken to me like that before.

Yeah, I get it, I get it.

But we need your dad's help, Diana.

I'm thinking beyond some petty argument.

I'm thinking about o-our future. You gotta talk to him face-to-face.

What, you want me to just grovel?

A little bit, yeah!

He does so much for you, Diana. He's just, he's blunt.

And if he's talking to you like he talks to your mom,

maybe that's because you're acting like your mom.

Um...

I love you.

Just, y-you're not...

acting like yourself lately.

I know.

I'm sorry.

He doesn't want me to come home.

Fine.

We'll just, stay here then.

Hey, it's Drew. Leave a message.

Hey! It's me, your older brother

whose calls you won't answer.

Just calling to say happy Thanksgiving,

asshole.

No, I-I'm just kidding. I don't think you're,

you're an asshole. I...

Okay, hopefully you call me back some time.

Bye.

- Whoa! This looks labor-intensive. - Don't worry about it, I got it.

You think I'm gonna let you destroy this bounty alone?

Hey! What are you doing here?

The roads are crazy out there, so I'm just gonna stay here.

It's hot! It's hot! Be careful!

Hey, do you think I should warn Bree that Molly's here.

She might not come if she knew.

Well, does Molly know that Bree's coming?

Sh-should I tell her?

You're a mess, Evan.

Hey, do you have napkin rings?

Should I have napkin rings?

That's fine. How many people are coming over?

Us, Leo, Pippa, Lucy...

Um...

Molly, I'm so sorry. I invited Bree, Evan's ex.

She's coming today?

Is that okay?

Yeah, it's totally fine.

You coulda told me yourself.

I'm not gonna lie, I am enjoying your panic right now.

Hello?

- Hey! - Happy Thanksgiving.

I'm sorry, we just kinda let ourselves in.

- It's so fucking cold. - No worries, all good.

- Hey, what's up, man? Happy Thanksgiving. - Hey!

- Hey! - Hey!

- Happy Thanksgiving. - Happy Thanksgiving.

- Hi! Happy Thanksgiving! - Hey.

- Thanks for the invite. - Glad you came.

Happy Thanksgiving! Aw...

Everybody's in there...

- Hey, I'm Molly. - Hi. Bree.

You're Bree. It is so nice to meet you.

How do you know Evan?

We've been hanging out.

Cool.

Gobble, gobble!

Does anyone know how to defrost this bad boy?

Always so warm in here.

Why don't you try the microwave?

No, it's too small. Won't fit.

I know what to do! I'm gonna have to fuck this bird!

- Everyone stand back as I fuck the bird! - Wrigley, stop!

We have to eat that!

We don't wanna imagine your dick on it.

What about a-a hair dryer or something?

Why would Evan have a hair dryer? He doesn't really have hair.

Hey, he has some hair.

You know what? I think I left one in your bathroom

so I'll just go get that. I remember where it is.

That was lucky! Alright.

Hey, you good?

I've missed this hair dryer.

You're always welcome to come and get it.

Okay, okay, okay.

You have to drink. Keep going.

Alright, you're starting. Start, start, start.

Go. Yeah...

Hello! Happy Thanksgiving.

Hey. Didn't know you were coming.

Right, I forgot... I forgot I invited Stephen.

All good. We have enough food.

- Everyone's cool, right? - Yeah.

I've had more fucked up Thanksgiving dinners than this.

Diana, let me get that bag. Bring the...

I need a drink.

- Drink, drink, drink? - No, I'm okay.

- Yes. - Yes! You got it.

Alright.

That was, quite an entrance.

So, King's Cup, we've had a seven so far.

- Cheers. - And happy Thanksgiving.

- Happy Thanksgiving. - She did a 10. Maybe if you get another...

- What is it? What are you staring at? - No, no, I'm not. It's...

It's weird, Pippa and Diana are acting so friendly.

Hey.

What was that for?

Because I don't have any Xanax.

Alright, you go.

- Yeah, get over here. - You gotta get the whole turkey.

Gotta move it. Just gotta move the hair dryer over.

If you move the hair dryer over... Just put it over here!

I feel awkward with Lucy here.

She hates me, and she really hates you.

Okay, well, we're not leaving.

I-I didn't say we should leave.

Good 'cause your new daddy issues

have eliminated any other option.

- I said I was sorry already. - I was joking.

Relax.

Hey, Diana? Um, do you think you can help me

make these box mashed potatoes?

- Sure. - There we go!

- Great job. - I don't know about this.

Hey, guys.

Wait.

Okay.

- Nice. - So cute.

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Okay, wait. - Sorry.

Okay.

That's a lot of...

- I'm gonna go get some fresh air. - Alright.

I'll come with you.

Kind of smells like it, too.

I think we did a great job though.

I agree.

Am I crazy, or is Pippa acting...

super close with Diana?

Yeah, it is a little weird.

And what about her and Wrigley? They must be having sex, right?

I don't think so, I think... No, I think she would tell us.

Would she though?

I mean, she's kind of been off all semester.

Have you... Have you asked her what's up?

I mean, she might just be going through something.

She's been hard to talk to.

Okay, I said that I wouldn't,

but I sent Oliver a picture of myself,

and he still hasn't answered, and now I feel fucking crazy.

It's Thanksgiving, Bree. I-I'm sure he's just busy.

They're not even American!

Like, why the fuck do they care about Thanksgiving?

Well, at least Evan's drooling all over you.

I probably shouldn't torture him

but I feel like he deserves it.

It's a lot.

I mean, I've never had the whole big family

Thanksgiving reunion thing that everyone else has.

And now, I can't even have Thanksgiving with my boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

You know what I mean.

My God, it's, like, sub-zero out here.

When did you start smoking?

Everyone tries smoking in college.

So, what are we gossiping about?

Okay

I feel like you guys are always talking about me.

No, no, we're not.

So then, what were you talking about?

Lucy was wondering why you're hanging out with Diana.

Sorry, I didn't think I was hanging out with her.

- I was just being polite. - I-It's really okay. It's real...

I'm... Let's just... It's fine.

I just feel bad for her.

Stephen is being so mean to her today.

Yeah, Stephen's mean to a lot of people.

Okay.

I'm gonna go back inside.

Sorry.

Pippa?

The potatoes are gray soup. I don't think that's right.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna get a drink.

- I win! I'm good at this. - You're so quick!

- Hey, can you make stuffing? - What?

- Can you make stuffing? - I can get you a beer.

Or chop onions?

Sure, yeah.

Hey, guys.

- Are we ever gonna eat? - Who can say?

- Hey, where's Leo? - In the kitchen

with Evan and Stephen.

- Hi. - Hey.

You're crying!

- It's the onions. - Let me help.

Leo, do you still talk to Becca?

- His ex. - No yeah. Yeah, I know who Becca is.

So you've talked about everything. That's very mature.

- Dude, what are you doing? - Stephen, everyone has exes.

Can you stop trying to start shit, please?

I know. I know everyone has exes.

I just didn't know if you knew the...

specific history.

Hey. Just ignore him.

Alrighty. That's hot.

Look, I-I wanna believe Caitie,

but it's, like, really hard to prove rape accusations

when, like, both of them were drunk,

and, historically, nothing happens to a pledge with family money, so...

You don't know that.

Pippa, um, y-you wanna try this?

Um, I have to pee.

- Refill? - Yes, please.

I-I hope this isn't awkward, but I have to ask.

I was wondering if you had any, like, residual drama with Evan?

No. No, not at all.

Okay.

Okay, I... Because I was sort of picking up on some vibes.

No, I promise.

I-I'm sorry if it seemed like that.

Evan's just a really...

nice guy. To everyone.

So why'd you break up?

We're just better as friends.

And I'm seeing someone new, so you really have nothing to worry about.

- R-really? - Yeah.

I'm gonna check on the turkey real quick.

- What? - Hey, um,

what did, what did Stephen mean by the...

history with Becca?

I don't know.

That she cheated on me or something?

I don't know, he was just being a dick.

Hey, Evan! Not to interrupt, um,

Molly and Bree are talking. Probably about you.

- How do you think it's going in there? - No one can cook.

Hey, Molly! Can I borrow you?

Yeah.

Well, Bree's great.

Why are you talking to her?

Am I not supposed to be talking to her?

Well, I just don't wanna rub it in her face.

- Make her feel bad. - Why are you so worried?

She's seeing someone. She's fine.

What?

No, Bree's not seeing anyone, I would've heard about it.

Evan, should I even be here?

Of course!

Of course, what do you mean?

Well, this fucking sucks. Alright, everybody get in here!

Come on, get in here!

It's time to play a game.

We're gonna play Slap Shots.

What is Slap Shots?

We slap each other, and we take shots.

Yeah, no, sorry, I'm not gonna play that.

What's the matter, Leo?

Can't handle a little controlled violence?

Alright, yeah, let's play.

Fucking god! Why'd you hit me?

I'm supposed to! I'm sorry!

- Slap shots! - Okay.

No!

- Okay. Payback. - Ready?

Steady.

Ooh!

Bree!

I wasn't finished with my shot.

There's a lot of aggression between these two.

Who's next?

Wrigley?

- I nominate you. - Yes, my lady.

- Glass? - Yeah.

Give it your all.

Jesus Christ!

Such a strong hand for such a slender arm.

- Thank you! Here you go. - That was amazing. That was great.

- You, my liege. - Fuck.

Let me see your hand. It's red!

Remember that I have strong affection for you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait for it.

Mwah!

Here you go.

Let me see. Who we got?

Alright.

Cheers.

Jeez.

Nice. Good one.

- Good hit. Good hit. - Yeah.

Yep. - Yeah?

- You ready? - Yeah.

Nah, I can't. I'm sorry.

- Leo, what the hell! - I know. I'm sorry.

- So lame! Okay. - Here. You take the bottle.

Um, who has not been slapped yet?

Okay.

That's a lot.

My God. Okay.

Ready?

Ready.

- Spaghetti? - Stop! Just do it!

Aw!

Okay, I'm getting you back.

What? What?

You guys are trying to get me wasted.

What the hell? That was like a real slap!

I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry! - Whoa!

Do I have to wait for a shot, or can I just take one?

My God.

My... I'm so sorry.

Okay, I can't... I can't slap you 'cause you're the host.

- So who do you want me to slap? - Correct. Stephen.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, sure. Yeah.

Dear.

Sorry. Are you alright?

That was a nice one. Good job.

Nice!

Dear.

Come on.

Trying to get me drunk?

Strong arm. Took it well.

Let me get you a shot.

Leo.

Aw. You're adorable.

Keep the... Keep the sword sheathed, as they say.

Ew, Wrigley.

Alright, I'm gonna take a turn.

Um...

Sorry.

Well.

- Nice. - Boy.

Um... Okay, who's next?

Molly?

Yeah.

Molly, Bree was supposed to slap you!

Fuck.

My God.

That's probably the turkey.

Okay, I'm gonna help her. Maybe you guys can set the table or something.

Um, I'm also gonna help with the,

with the... I don't know. I'm just gonna get the fuck outta here, to be honest.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Lucy. Have you ever actually,

- like, met Becca? - Dude, what's wrong with you?

Seriously, why do you keep talking about shit that has nothing to do with you?

Nothing to do with me?

- So, you haven't told her? - Told me what?

Why do you insist on being the most annoying person in every room, Stephen?

It's not a big deal.

I told you that Becca cheated on me my sophomore year.

Yeah.

Stephen was the person that she cheated on me with.

It mattered at the time, but i-it doesn't now.

Wait, St-Stephen slept with your ex-girlfriend?

Yeah, I mean, at the time, I was deeply ashamed.

I'm not sure how much of this is edible.

Wh-Why didn't you tell me any of this before?

We'll talk about it later.

Well, Molly's gone, and I'm officially an asshole.

Not to kick a man while he's down, but, yes, you are.

I feel really weirded out right now.

You realize this is what he wants. He's trying to upset you.

Why would I ever wanna upset Lucy?

What are they talking about?

- Becca? - Why are we talking about Becca?

- You knew about the Becca thing. - Of course, she knows!

It's why she broke up with me sophomore year,

and I had to spend all of last year trying to win her back.

Can we drop this now, please? It's old news.

So, this is why you started dating me in the first place?

To get back at Stephen or something?

Lucy, are you seriously asking me if I've been dating you

for the last semester

for some minor incident that happened two years ago?

As I recall, it wasn't that minor.

Alright, you gotta stop now, okay? Your obsession's pathetic.

- Get out of his face. - Lucy's the one obsessed with me!

- Okay. - She's acting all fucking clueless!

Has she ever told you any of the shit she's done?

Like what?

Like the stuff with my sister.

Halloween weekend, she didn't tell you what she did?

- No. - Right, well,

she verbally assaulted a 16-year-old,

harassed her on Facebook, made her cry.

God, y-you are a psychopath. D-Do you honestly think

that people are just gonna put up with your bullshit forever?

I cannot fucking wait

for the day where you destroy every relationship you have,

and you are completely fucking alone.

'Cause you realize everyone's just waiting for you to fuck them over, right?

Your friends, your sister, Diana.

You do not speak for me, Lucy.

Come o... Really, Diana? You think this guy,

who's treated every other girl like shit, is gonna treat you differently?

Some girls make it easy to treat them like shit.

My God.

You okay?

Get the fuck outta here.

- I'm sorry. - Get the fuck out, Lucy!

- You alright? You okay? It's okay. - I'm fine, I'm fine.

Leo.

Leo, come on. Please don't go. Please.

Are you fucking kidding me? What was that?

I'm sorry. I-I apologized to Diana. I don't know what's wrong with me.

Whatever this thing with you and Stephen, i-it...

it's just too much. I-It's sick.

He was doing this on purpose!

He's trying to upset me. He's trying to do this to me.

He! He didn't have to try very hard.

Okay, I cannot stand Stephen, but it wasn't just Stephen in there.

And if you say that you don't care about him,

then why is it so easy for him to get under your skin?

What about you?

What about you carrying this secret grudge against him

- and just lying to me about it? - I didn't tell you about Becca

because it's not important.

That is exactly what I'm talking about. You're hiding stuff from me,

and then you have this detailed list of excuses of why you're hiding them from me.

- What, like what? - L-Like that!

Like the shit with you and Stephen, o-or the drama with your family,

or why you headbutted someone.

You j... You just slapped someone!

That is not the same thing. That is not the same thing!

Y-You've assaulted people,

You assaulted someone right in front of me,

and it's not like you ever gave me a real reason.

You just brushed it off and told me you had anger problems,

a-and what? I'm supposed to act

like that's totally normal and I should just trust you?

Okay.

When I was a kid, my dad used to just come for me all the time. Like, physically.

And then, he'd go after my mom. He just would never leave us alone.

Until this one day, when I just couldn't take it anymore,

and I hit him back.

And, honestly, it was the first time that he finally left me alone.

And so, this pattern started

and I've been trying really fucking hard...

to unlearn it. But, it's really hard to break a habit when, honestly,

it's the only thing that ever worked in my house.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know that. - It's not...

You know what, Lucy, you j... you fight dirty.

You use people's worst shit against them.

I didn't know that's what I was doing. I'm not...

I'm not trying to do that.

Well, it's...

obvious that this isn't about us anyway.

Your head is just polluted with him.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I just...

it's not solid ground.

If that's what you want.

Hey.

I'm gonna go.

- I'll go with you. - No, it's...

Stay, it's fine.

Diana, I-I'm sorry again.

Shh...

You're such a fucking asshole, Stephen.

Hey, can I talk to you for a second?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

But, um...

are you seeing someone?

Yeah. I am.

Fuck.

Okay.

Is it serious?

Yes.

We just broke up. How could it be serious?

It's easy to move on

when someone you trust totally disappoints you.

Is it someone I know?

It's not really your business.

- So it is someone I know. - No.

No, h-he's older.

Stop asking me about him.

Wait, no. Older like a... like a grad student-older?

- No, he's not a grad student. - So what do you mean older?

And why aren't you spending Thanksgiving with him then if it's so serious?

Because he's an adult! Okay, he's got other shit to do.

He's 45.

He's 45 years old?

Are you serious?

Guys are the worst at your age.

This is awful.

- Don't judge me. - I'm not judging you, Bree.

Yes, you are.

No, I'm not. I'm worried about you.

Why?

Because I fucked up things with us.

Okay? And now, some creep is trying to take advantage of you.

He's not a creep!

A normal 45-year-old man

does not wanna date a 19-year-old.

Okay, no, sorry. Okay.

J-Just think about it, okay?

With the way you grew up,

he can probably tell that you're looking for a father figure.

Fuck you!

You're nowhere near as nice as you fucking think you are.

I think the turkey's still raw.

Hey, are you alright? I still cannot believe that Lucy did that to you.

I can. I'm fine though.

I feel like I should go home.

No, stay. It's... It's late,

and Stephen's got Evan on suicide watch.

- We can't leave him alone. - Wow.

Isn't Stephen just such a good friend?

You know, he's not very nice to you.

He's just upset with me because I fucked things up with my dad.

It's a long story.

We can be friends because we like each other,

not just because we worry about each other, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hi.

I brought you some food.

I'm not really hungry.

How can I help?

I'm just so sad.

- Morning. - Hey, how you doing?

Bad.

You know, I keep trying not to upset people,

and, somehow, I just end up upsetting them more.

Yeah, I gave up on that a long time ago. Even my little sister hates me.

I think I just stopped caring if people think I'm a piece of shit.

I think you care more than you'd like to admit.

- Hi. - How was your holiday?

So fun. I'm still recovering.

Sounds like it was better than mine then.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I've been thinking about you all weekend.

That photo you sent...

torture.

What have you been thinking?

How'd the rest of your night go?

You win.

Okay? Can it... Can it please be enough now?

Can what be enough?

I never wanted any of this.

I didn't wanna be at war with you, Stephen.

I-I loved you...

even though I knew exactly who you were.

A-All of the worst things about you.

So why do you punish me for that?