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You need to tap into something more specific,

to push yourself to your full potential.

It feels like you've been really weird with me lately.

It doesn't have anything to do with you.

- I just wanna feel so normal. - I know what you mean.

- Why is that freshman calling you? - Wrigley keeps bringing her around.

- I accidently hooked up with him. - Wrigley?

It's a memorial for Macy.

This one won't die.

Hey, are you Lucy?

- Yeah. - I'm your new roommate, Charlie.

- They told you I was coming, right? - Yes. I'm... I'm so sorry. Yeah, hi.

Nice to meet you.

- Is that my bed? - Yes, I'm...

I'm sorry. I'll... I'll move all of that.

I'll help you out.

- Hey, man. - Hey! Happy New Year.

- Hey, you, too, dude. - Hey!

Oh my God, let me get in here.

Wrigs.

Hey! Let's...

So happy, I'm getting a semi.

You haven't been answering my texts.

I know, I'm sorry, dude. I've just been...

so in the family shit, you know.

That's all right, I forgive you.

So, how was your Christmas?

It's all right.

Maybe this? Oh, what about this?

Okay, so, did you, like, talk to Evan on the phone?

- No, no, we just texted. - Oh.

It's weird. Like, we talk a lot, but he won't make any moves.

What do you think?

About Evan? I think he'd be an idiot not to fall in love with you.

Oh my God, I can make a skirt out of this.

Did you think of a costume yet?

I'm, I'm still not really, fully understanding the concept

behind this party.

It's anything but clothes.

So, you can make a costume out of anything except for regular clothes.

- Oh! - So like,

any of this shit is allowed.

- Got it. - Yeah.

- Everybody goes, so don't be lame. - I will find something, I have all week.

So, I told Wrigley I would go to this party off campus tonight.

- Do you guys wanna come? - I can't. I have class at 9:00 a.m.

Yeah, I have my advanced fiction class pretty early, too.

- Wait, you got into that? - Yeah. I didn't tell you?

- No, you definitely didn't. You excited? - Yeah, no, I am. I'm really excited.

So, did you see Stephen over break?

Nope.

No, I did not.

Think I'm...

done with him for now.

Seriously?

Yeah, seriously.

- Thank God! - Fucking finally, dude.

- I am so relieved, dude. - That's genuinely great news.

You have no idea how long we've waited for you to do this.

We talk about it all the time.

- Not, like, all the time. - No, but we talk about it a lot though.

Great, guys. I'm so happy to hear how strongly you guys feel about it.

What was the final straw?

I don't know. I... He was just hiding a lot of stuff.

I'll explain at some point. I just need to process it all first.

- Hey! - Hey!

- I heard your voice in here. - Hi!

Charlie, this is Bree and Pippa.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Nice to meet you. - So, where did you transfer from?

SUNY Purchase. I was there for dance,

then I fucked up my knee for like the fifth time.

- Oh. - Yeah, I gotta find a new direction.

- That really sucks. - But what is all of this?

Have you heard of an "anything but clothes" party?

I have. But I thought it was like a heterosexual urban legend.

Yeah. Great. Well, Theta Mu hosts one every year.

- You should definitely come. - Yeah.

I don't think I have anything for a costume, but, um...

Uh, there's an amazing dollar store in town.

I need some more stuff, so I'll go with you tomorrow if you want.

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.

Okay, cool.

Oh my God, cute shorts.

What's wrong with these shorts? They are a respectable length.

- I asked several people. - What kind of people?

I'm going to work out with Wrigley.

- Hmm. Why? - Yeah, I don't know.

- I'm regretting it already. - Takes it too seriously.

He's a quarterback at a Tier 2 school. He's not gonna go pro.

- Hey. - Yo.

I'll, uh, I'll go with you.

Cool, yeah. We can be humiliated together.

Oh, it's not possible for me to be humiliated by Wrigley.

Hopefully you all got your rest in over the break,

because there's gonna be a lot of work this semester.

If you'll take out your copies of On Writing,

I'm excited to hear what everyone thought of it so far.

It's okay.

Lucy?

You do not have a copy?

We were supposed to have that for the first class?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I... I'll catch up today.

Fighting Owls!

Come on, bitch boys, keep it going, you hurtin'?

All right.

Fuck. Fuck you, Wrigley.

Fuck. I'm done, I'm out. Oh, fuck.

You look so pretty. If we ever go to prison, I promise to protect you.

- What are you... what are you doing? - I got it, Wrigley.

No, no, no, come on. Seriously. That's too heavy for you. Cut it out.

Can you back up and let me try?

At least let me spot you. But if the... I'll spot you. Okay, I'll spot you.

- Okay. Yeah, Yeah, yeah. All right. - I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.

- All right? - Yeah, I got it.

You're done, you're done! Jesus.

Jesus Christ, dude, you could've smashed your ribs. That's not smart,

- that's not good. - Fuck.

Your short story can be about anything,

but it must take place in a time of crisis.

It can be any time of crisis.

It can be mental, physical, whatever that means to you.

Due Thursday.

Hi. Do you have On Writing?

It's by Stephen King.

I know.

The earliest we can get it here is Monday.

- Do you wanna order it? - Monday? Shit.

Uh, yeah, yeah, I'll... I'll just order it. Yeah. Thanks.

Hey.

- Hi. - How's it going?

- Good, how... how are you? - Yeah, good.

- Good. - How was Christmas?

- Uh, it was fine. It was weird. - What books are you getting?

I... I needed On Writing, but they're out of stock,

which is great because I looked like a complete idiot in class today.

Which felt awesome.

I'm sure you were fine.

- I don't know. - But I... I have a copy if you want.

You do? Seriously?

- Oh, my God! - Yeah, yeah, I... I needed it

- last semester. - Yes.

Yeah, it's in my dorm room. So whenever you wanna come back

and see Stephen, you'll have a book.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not... not really

dying to see him at the moment.

Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah, sure, I get it.

I mean...

I love the guy, but you deserve a medal for putting up with him, if I'm honest.

Yeah, maybe... maybe we both do.

Yeah, maybe. You know, in hindsight, it's probably not a good idea

to room with your friend. You see a lot of shit.

Yeah.

Honestly, I...

I think it's over between us.

Yeah, sure. I mean, I... I won't... I won't say anything.

Thanks.

But yeah, I can... I can grab the book for you and bring it to you.

Yeah, I have class all day, but maybe we can grab some coffee later.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- Okay, cool. Thank you so much. - Yeah.

Yeah. Of course. See you.

Hey.

- I haven't seen you since we got back. - It's only been 24 hours.

I know.

I missed you, though.

Kind of missing you right now, actually.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

I have an hour till my next class.

I... I don't have time. I only have half an hour till my next class, so...

- You sure? - Yeah.

That's not like you.

It's been too long.

We could go in there.

Getting caught in the library isn't really a kink of mine.

All right. Well, then I guess it's gonna have to wait then.

Do they lock?

Look at me.

Yeah, like...

But yeah, I can officially say that I have punched somebody in the face.

Wow.

And I gotta say, I feel... I feel different, you know.

Well, I don't. I have never punched someone before.

Well, you should try it. It's very freeing.

I don't think you and me punching someone are the same thing.

That's fair.

So, how... how is Stephen doing?

- I was waiting on that. - I just mean...

- Like... - Lucy. Come on.

We've never gone for coffee before.

It's all good.

Yeah, I just don't... I just don't really have anyone to talk...

talk about him with, you know.

So...

So, what's up? Are you avoiding him?

I just feel like there's so much stuff I don't know about him and I'm...

I'm trying to make peace with that.

And I... I just... I know you can't tell me everything, but...

Yeah, he's one of my best friends.

I know, I know.

There's a lot of...

shit he's not telling me.

Isn't there?

Please, just...

give me anything.

Like, he lies to me a lot.

But that's not surprising to you.

You're not an oblivious person.

Kinda feel like one.

There's a difference between being oblivious...

and choosing to ignore things.

Can I ask you something random?

Might not answer, but sure.

Did he ever talk about any girls from back home? From Bayville?

Like anyone that he was seeing over summer break or anything.

What are you trying to find out?

Or like Welcome Week. Like, what... what was he even doing?

I don't remember what I was doing during Welcome Week.

Okay. I'm sorry. I must sound fucking crazy.

I'm... I'm...

sorry. I'm sorry.

Look...

I don't know what you're digging for.

But what I will say is when it comes to Stephen...

you're probably not imagining things.

Thank you for not being full of shit.

Yeah, just don't throw me under the bus

if you decide to start hanging out with him again.

No, I... Of course, I wouldn't do that.

What are you thinking?

What's wrong with you?

You never ask a man what he's thinking.

Nobody ever told you that?

So, what's up with you and Lucy?

Uh, nothing.

Just haven't seen her yet.

I saw her at the library. She looked good, man.

Uh, did she say anything?

I think she's pissed I didn't see her over the break.

No, she seemed fine. You know, upbeat.

Upbeat.

Yeah. Yeah, you know, like...

happy.

There she is. Hi.

- Hi. - You good?

- Actually, we need to talk. - Okay.

Let's go up.

I have a roommate now.

Okay. Let's go somewhere else then.

Yeah, we can go for a walk, I guess.

Great.

Okay, just give me a second. I need to grab something.

Okay.

- In here. - Okay.

Nice.

Nice little spot.

Wanna sit?

I'm so sorry about Christmas. I was dealing with family shit.

- I'm not upset about Christmas. - But you're upset about something?

- Okay, it's easier if you just tell me. - Is there anything you wanna tell me?

Umm.

- N... no. Not in particular. - Okay. Okay.

What is that?

That's the drawing I did for you on our first date.

No, actually it's not. It's a flower that you drew for Macy.

I found it in her bedroom when I went to her memorial,

so you wanna tell me what happened between you guys?

- Me and Macy? - Yeah.

- We're both from Bayville and that... - I know you're both from Bayville.

- We're from the same town. - What else?

We... we... we hung out a couple times in Bayville.

I don't know how to draw anything else. I drew her a flower.

- Look at the fucking paper. - It's... Yeah.

- She got this her first day of school. - I know. I... I did... I did it

during Welcome Week. It was like a stupid, like, "welcome to campus" kinda thing.

- It was, like, that kinda thing. - You're not... you're not telling me

- the truth. - I am. I am. That's the...

- That is the truth. - You told me that you barely knew her.

- Okay, so... - So... so what?

- Just fucking tell me. - I... I... I...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah... - Just tell me what happened.

So, we... we hooked up.

Once, over summer.

I didn't tell you because it wasn't anything,

and... and then we were still friends after.

That's why I gave her the flower when she got here,

- but I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. - You're fully...

- What? I'm not lying to you, - lying to my face right now.

- That's the truth. It's really... - Then why do you keep

fucking looking away?

Because I'm... No. I'm not lying, I'm just a little uncomfortable because,

- I... - You're lying to me.

- I'm not. I'm not lying. - Then why are you walking away?

I'm not walking away, I'm just trying to think about something.

- I'm processing this for a second. - Just tell me the truth.

- I am. - No, you're not.

- Look at you. - What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me why you look so fucking scared.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry for what? For what?

- Just stop lying for one fucking minute! - Okay! Okay! okay!

We used to sleep... Fuck!

We used to sleep together.

Last summer, we were sleeping together. It... it was... it was... it was nothing.

She didn't want it to be anything.

It was casual, she didn't want me to tell anybody.

Sh... she thought that girls would judge her

because sh... she... she was afraid

that... that... that we weren't actually together.

It was just friends with benefits. And we said we weren't going to do it,

once we got here. And then once we got here,

I didn't tell you because I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone after she died.

I swear to God, that's the fucking truth, Lucy. I'm so sorry.

So, you were with her on campus?

One night. It was stupid. It was gonna be the last time.

And... and that was it. That was all it was.

What night?

Lucy.

What night?

There was only one night where I wasn't with her.

Did you go to that party with her?

She was there.

And she... she called me.

I was at a frat party over on Adley.

And she wanted me to come meet her. I didn't go inside, we just hung out...

in her car.

And then what?

And then I was drunk.

And I was...

She said that she could drive me back to campus.

She had a little bit to drink, but she... she seemed fine. She was okay.

And she's driving me

and this other car came around the corner really fast.

It was, like, really speeding and it was so dark,

there was no way to tell in time,

and then Macy swerved at the last minute and then we went into a... a tree.

Holy shit.

They didn't even stop, they just drove off. Just left us there.

I didn't know what to do. I don't know what happened or anything,

and then I saw her and she was... she was... she was dead.

And I knew she was dead. I'm...

I panicked.

I didn't know what to do, I was drunk. I was so fucking scared.

- And then... - Listen. Okay.

I knew that I couldn't fix her.

I thought that they were just gonna... they were gonna kick me out of school

or blame me cause I... I let her drive.

I... I had drugs on me. I had fucking coke.

I don't have parents that can bail me out if something happens.

- Hey, come here, come here. Come here. - And so I just fucking ran back to campus.

That's so fucking scary.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. - No. You...

- That's... It's not... - I regret it every fucking day.

- That is not your fault. - It's fucking killing me. I'm sorry.

I can't believe you've been holding this in all year.

I can't fucking believe that.

Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

Is there anything else?

Anything else? You can trust me,

I promise. I promise you can... you can trust me.

I promise.

It was Drew.

What?

The... the other car. He was driving, and he was drunk.

What are you talking about?

I didn't know it was him at first, and...

And then Wrigley came to me, he needed help managing him or something,

keeping him from going crazy.

Wrigley's been covering for him all year.

Wait, what are you... what are you talking...

You're... you're telling me that Drew ran you guys off the road,

- and then just fucking left? - Yeah.

That's insane. He can't... he can't get away with that.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Wrigley's my best friend and if people found out...

- They're still asking questions... - Holy shit.

About that night. I was in the car.

- You... - Okay,

- I have not told anybody else. - But he... he cannot get away with this.

He can't get away with this, but no one's gonna find out.

No one's gonna find out, I promise.

- It's okay. - Okay.

I'm not gonna leave you alone.

I'm not leaving, I'm not going anywhere.

Okay?

I'm right here.

I think we should go.

Hey!

- We talked and everything's good. - Okay, good. Okay, so he's just, like,

decided not to treat you like complete shit from now on?

- Is that... is that it? - Don't. Don't.

- Don't. - Yeah.

Pippa.

- What? - Maybe that's...

- Maybe it's not our business. - Seriously?

You know what? Maybe you should listen to Bree.

She feels the exact same way I do. She's just too nice to say it.

- He's not a good guy. - Well, there's a lot you don't know

about him, so maybe you just...

- There's a lot about him that - don't know.

You don't know, like the fact that he's still hanging out with Diana.

I saw them together like two days ago. They're still hooking up. Ask him.

- Why are you putting up with this? - Just stop.

Just stop. Stop fucking talking about it. I'm so...

sick of hearing everyone's opinions about me.

It's none of your fucking business.

And I don't judge you and your relationships,

so how about you s... stay the fuck away from mine?

And if that's pathetic, then I don't... I don't know what to tell you.

I don't think you're pathetic.

I just want you to be careful. Okay?

Okay?

- Okay. - Hey.

Wow!

Good morning, sunshine.

- Where are you coming from? - Lucy's.

So, I guess she... isn't mad at you.

Yeah, we talked, it's all good.

Are you around tonight?

Uh... Wrigley's teammate is having something.

You should come by.

Did Wrigley ever tell you that he slept with Diana freshmen year?

Really?

Welcome Week.

I mean, it's fine. It's just funny.

- But yeah, he never told me. - Probably thought you wouldn't care.

- He... Wait, what? What do you mean? - Come on, bro.

Look, you know how you are with girls.

You can't expect other people to take your relationships seriously if you don't.

It's cold in here.

Hey, are you okay?

Are you upset with me?

- What? - You just seem real quiet.

I don't want you to worry about me and Stephen.

I'm not worried about you and Stephen.

- You're not? - No.

Honestly, it's been several hours

since I've thought about your relationship.

I'm just thinking about how I need to get an A in my sociology class.

Because if I don't, my GPA could drop below a 3.8

and I would lose a huge portion of my financial aid.

- So, that's what I'm worried about. - I'm sorry, I'm a dick.

Umm.

Honestly, I think I'm gonna go study in the library.

Not because of anything, just...

- Just, it's a little loud in here. - Yeah, of course. I'll see you later.

Hi.

Hi.

Sure you don't mind being seen with me in public?

What do you mean? What does that mean?

Pippa told me she saw you and Diana together.

Right. Um, that was nothing.

- It's fine. It's completely fine. - It's not... That wasn't...

Really, I thought about it and I don't know... what to believe

about you and Diana, but then I realized that it doesn't matter.

And whatever happened before last night is in the past,

and I just wanna move forward with you and just have a clean slate.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

But I am done looking like a fucking idiot.

So I'm asking you to treat me with some respect from now on.

Okay?

- Okay. - Like real respect.

I understand.

Ah.

- You okay? - Yeah.

It's just this short story that's due tomorrow

and everything I've written... sucks.

Do you have an old essay you could repurpose,

- like from high school or something? - Do people do that?

I've done it.

I don't think I have any old essays, though.

I did have a LiveJournal at one point,

- which I know is very embarrassing, but... - Yikes.

I used to write all these long stories anonymously.

That could work.

I don't remember my password, but they're probably still up there.

- Oh, my God, they're here. Wow. - Let me see.

Is this a true story?

No. No, no. This is just something I made up.

I think it works. Technically, it's not cheating. You wrote it, right?

- Yeah. Yeah, thanks. - Mm-hmm.

- Eric. - Hey.

- What's up? - How you doing?

- Good. - I'm gonna get another drink.

Okay.

Bye, Pippa.

- How's your wrist doing? - Oh, man, it's fine.

I just overdid it. You know,

- but I've been meaning to work out more. - Yep.

I gotta get in. You know, I was thinking again tomorrow morning?

You wanna go 10:00 a.m.?

You wanna go 9:00 a.m.?

- Overachiever. - All right.

- Overachiever. - Hey, ah...

- Do you want that? - Oh.

- You don't want it? - I'm not trying to have a late night.

- I fucking love you. - Hey, man.

- Hey. Can I talk to you? - Hi.

Yes, of course. Which one of us?

You're obviously upset with me about the Wrigley thing.

So how do I fix this?

I don't think you can. You... you fucked my best friend,

- and then you lied about it for two years. - I wasn't trying to lie about it.

You gave me months of shit for a drunk night I had with some girl

that... that's not significant to either of our lives, and you're hiding this.

I'm so sorry. I didn't think it was important.

We didn't know each other.

- It's not something I can get past. - Stephen, please.

I fucked up, but...

- I love you. - I can't look at you the same way.

Do you actually mean that?

Yeah.

Sorry.

"Yeah. Sorry."

Are you kidding me right now?

How are you this casual about it?

I have forgiven you so many times.

And I appreciate that.

I'm so sorry, Diana. I'm sorry.

This is it for us.

So, any thoughts on this piece?

- Yes, Nellie? - I really liked it.

It's kind of macabre almost,

the mom cheating on the dad while he's dying. It was really visceral.

This was some really, really strong work, Lucy.

I appreciate you leaning into these more emotional territories. Well done.

Thank you.

Oh, God!

- Here we go. - Oh, God!

Come on, Wrigley!

Oh! I got tequila coming out of my pores, man, I gotta go back to bed.

- What? - I gotta go back. I can't, I can't.

No, it hasn't even been a fucking hour! Let's go! Push!

No!

It's the coke. Whenever I do coke, I forget that I'm already drunk.

Yeah. You do do that.

Hey! How about the sauna?

Sweat all the alcohol out. It really helps.

- Really? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah. It's science.

- Yeah. - Come on.

Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick.

So, I ended things with Diana.

For good, this time.

- You feel okay about it? - Yeah.

Yeah. I do.

- Okay. I'm sorry, man. - No, no, it's okay. It's okay.

Umm, how are things with Pippa?

Umm.

Ah.

- Good. - Really?

Yeah, she's, you know... She's really been there for me

- with all the Drew stuff and... - Yeah.

- Do you miss fucking other girls? - No, I like fucking Pippa.

Hmm.

Must be good. Keeping you away from all the groupies, Wrigley.

Yeah, yeah. She's... she's awesome.

She seems like...

she would be pretty... um...

open to stuff.

You know what I mean?

Oh, yeah. I mean, she's definit... You know, she's definitely not uptight.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Like, what do you mean?

Ahh, I don't know. I don't know. Oh, God.

I think I'm gonna fucking pass out, dude. I gotta get out of here.

Wait, no, come on, you can't say that and not give me an example. Come on.

Well, I just...

She's just, you know, she's always in the mood to fuck,

- you know? - No one on the football team has trouble

finding girls that are in the mood to fuck. Is that all?

- O... okay. One thing that's cool. - Yeah?

She's into porn. First girl I've ever watched porn with.

A lot of girls are into porn.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah, but, you know...

she's...

she's more open to trying stuff.

Like what?

- What, you want specifics right now? - Yeah.

I mean, you said this girl made you swear off all other pussy. Come on.

Okay, um...

- So, like the second time we fucked... - Yeah.

- I was super drunk. - Yeah.

And she let me cum on her face and I, like, barely knew her at this point.

I mean, you... you wanted specifics, so I did...

No, no, no, I know, I know. No, no. It... I... I did. It's just that's...

Mm.

Never mind, it's...

I mean, I really like this girl. I really do.

I know, I know, I know you do. I know. I can tell.

Ahh, so...

What about Lucy? Yeah, what's that like?

I can't talk about Lucy like that.

You should get out of here, you look like shit.

- I am gonna fucking... I... I gotta... - Yeah. Yeah, you should get out.

Okay.

- Sorry. Oh, shit. - No, it's cool.

- Hello! - Hi!

You guys look amazing. Oh, my God!

What are you gonna wear?

Oh, we're just gonna go like this. I forgot to make a costume.

They're not gonna let you in in regular clothes,

because that's kind of the whole point, so...

Oh, it's a sorority party, I'm sure we'll be fine.

They're not gonna deny us entrance.

- Nobody's allowed in without a costume. - It's not gonna ruin the party

if there are two people in normal clothes, right?

Ah, no, it'll detract from the experience.

I told you.

If you want in, you can put on one of these.

For you too, right? Yeah?

- There you are. - Stop.

Let me know if you want me to set you up with one of my teammates.

- What kind of guys are you into? - Girls.

Nice.

- Hey! Give me some attention. - Give me some attention.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Are you so miserable right now? - No.

- No? - Not at all. I'm not.

Hey, is there anything but warm vodka?

- Oh, can you fuck yourself? - I'll help you with it.

You guys are so cute.

You look really good, Pippa.

- Thanks. - This... Is this you, like,

using, like, a new, like, skin routine or a cream? Your face is glowing.

- It's just beautiful. - Hey, let's... let's get some beer.

- What? - Like...

Yeah, no. Let's get some beer.

One second.

There's a line.

Sorry.

That's a very impressive costume.

Oh, yeah?

- Are you really impressed? - I am. It's a good one. It's creative.

You're funny.

Why am I funny?

- You could do so much better than him. - Okay.

- Evan, you are very drunk. - No, no. Fuck off. Don't do that.

You know. I know, you know.

You know I like you.

- Come on. Don't do this. - No!

Don't do this.

It's true. He's my roommate and all, but I...

I think I like you more than I like him.

Why are you doing this? You need to stop talking about this, okay?

I don't know what you thought I was gonna do with the information.

Excuse me.

I just got accosted by, like, five sorority girls

for trying to light this inside.

Is this small talk?

- I guess. - Yeah.

Is the hope that you...

sit down and say something mundane enough

that I forget you told Lucy all that bullshit about me and Diana?

- Is that it? - Really wasn't trying to start new drama.

I think you're the kind of person that relies on starting drama.

Without it, your... your friends will find out

that you don't have anything original to contribute.

Don't take it out on me just because I caught you

doing some bullshit, it's...

Pippa, you didn't catch me doing anything.

Don't inflate your own significance.

- No, you've been lying to Lucy all year. - Don't be such a fucking hypocrite.

- You've been lying for her for months. - What?

About Macy, everything.

Hiding the fact that your boyfriend's brother

may have been the reason she died.

Kind of a big one.

That would really hurt her.

The fuck is wrong with you?

You know, you obviously haven't told her the truth either, so...

I know.

But I'm not being a self-righteous little cunt about it.

Talking about people behind their backs. I'm just minding my own business.

You should do the same.

You found me.

You wanna sit down?

- Yes, please. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Yeah, let's go.