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Honey, I'm home!

Honey?

- Hi. - How was your walk?

- It was nice. - Really?

Yes, but if I take him off his leash, he just won't move.

He stays by my side.

Poor little dumb dumb.

He still doesn't understand all the space he has

and that he can run around.

He won't even take a dump without his leash.

We raised him well, didn't we?

We sure did. Eventually, he'll get it.

- He turned out like an apartment dog. - Like you.

Yeah, so?

He likes laying on my feet while I write.

Is that wrong?

Absolutely. Well, the main idea when I started writing the novel

was that the character had his life turned upside down.

It's a great crisis.

Yes, it's a story about the end of a relationship,

but it's also a story about learning to live by yourself.

You know? Finding yourself.

Yes.

Right. Absolutely.

Right. You can really identify with him

because, regardless of your gender identity

or your sexual orientation, who hasn't had their heart broken?

Okay.

Yes.

Yes, awards are always a surprise.

Honestly, I never write expecting to win an award for it,

you know?

But as long as they don't paralyze me and they motivate me to keep on writing

I am always happy to receive them.

Exactly.

Honey, come here!

Coming!

What's up?

What do you get from this? Do they ship the books for free or not?

Let's see. Excuse me.

No...

No, it doesn't say you have to pay.

They will discount it from your royalties.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I'll put Vic's address and she can bring them to me.

Otherwise, customs will keep them.

- They would never get here. - Yeah.

Okay, great. Can't wait to have them here.

- Will they send over all the editions? - Yes.

- Is that on your contract? - Yes.

- That would be nice. - What do you want to eat?

- That thing? - Did you guess?

Of course I did.

- Go cook then. - Go set the table.

Fine.

How are you, buddy?

I want to come visit you. Let me know when can I come.

I could come this weekend. Let me know.

Of course, come whenever you want.

I'll be waiting with...

I mean, we'll be waiting for you with open arms.

Okay? Let me know.

- Cilantro! Yummy! - See? There are good vegetables in town.

They get them on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays.

Not on Sundays, so we need to stock up.

Once we have our own crops, watch out.

The spinach I planted grew these tiny sprouts

so, in a couple of weeks, if there's no frost,

there'll be spinach salad right on this table.

Everything organic, full of nutrients, grown by little old me.

Are you going to charge me?

Yes, and you need to like my posts so my Instagram gains some traction.

- I already did. - No, come on.

Why don't you send it to all of your former students?

So the algorithm sparks interest in

the garden center.

Okay, sure. That's a good idea.

Talking about my former students,

Carla might come over this weekend.

Come on, we're not even settled yet.

She wants to see us.

She wants to see you. She's your friend.

Come on.

She's our friend. She just met me first.

I'm her best friend's boyfriend. I'm okay with that.

Alright.

- You get so grumpy. You do. - I don't get grumpy.

I'm thrilled she's coming, honey.

I love seeing your friend who's always so positive.

Did you take a shower?

Yes. Why?

I was just asking.

WHAT WE WROTE TOGETHER

He didn't wait for us.

You didn't wait for me.

I just wanted to check if it should go here or further back.

- It might be more visible here. - It looks great.

- Looks good, right? - Yes.

The dirt is too dry so it's still a bit wobbly.

Do we have a hammer or something like that?

Or a big stone? Something heavy.

- I'll go search. - Okay.

And bring me a shovel so I can plant this.

Sure.

- And bring some mate. - Okay.

GARDEN CENTER

- Thank you. - Did you move out of the city?

We saw on your Instagram

which everyone should follow.

You share your readings, cool plant photos, landscapes.

Yes, I share plants for a reason.

My partner and I moved out of the city and we're living in the countryside.

I'm supporting him on a personal project...

Great. Maybe a new book will be born in that house.

I am writing, but that's another story.

It doesn't have to do with my current life.

What I will say is that being away from the noise of the city

allows me to focus on my writing, on my new novel,

and now I have a new work routine

which has me enthralled. I'm excited.

We want to keep on reading your books, please.

We want to read your thoughts, your stories,

that beautiful and particular world you build in every one of your books.

Thank you very much for this conversation

and this moment we shared in "Between words",

a show we love to do.

And one more thing before you leave:

On this show, we have a question no guest can dodge.

What word describes you the best?

One word?

A word...

I should have prepared.

The first one that comes to mind.

Noise.

- That's the one that came to mind. - I love it.

Excellent word.

Thank you for your time, Juan. Until next time.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Noise?

Are you spying on me?

No, I was just walking by and...

I was curious to know what word defined you.

- Noise? - Yes.

Look at that. I don't recognize you.

Who are you, Juan Diego González?

- What do you mean? - So?

- What did you say? - Juan Diego?

- Yes. - Is that your legal name?

You know I don't like the name Diego.

- I didn't know. - What, do you want to play?

- Do you? - Did you hang up?

- I did. - Are you sure?

Stop, I'm covered in grass.

- What? Come here. - Stop, come on.

Go make noise somewhere else.

So, you're a spy now?

- Yes. - You go. This is my office.

Thanks for the change.

If you need anything, you can message me on Instagram.

Honey, I love this.

I give them plants. They give me money.

No receipts, no invoices, no one owes me anything.

Alright, take a breath.

Right. I may be getting ahead of myself

but I feel I work under better conditions now

than when I was a graphic designer.

It's more real, it's self-managed.

- I need more money? I sell more plants. - Right.

You're daddy's little sheep.

Who is daddy's little sheep?

Who is?

Who's a free little sheep now?

Yes, free. You have to realize you're free.

Let's take that thing off. Let's see.

Let me see.

♪ Freedom, freedom, freedom ♪

Yes! We're free.

We're free! We're free.

How about a run?

Are we hanging this one up or not?

I don't know. Did you bring the drill?

We could leave the wall empty, so we don't overdo it.

Yeah.

We'll figure it out later.

I don't know where I saved it.

What are you looking for?

One of my father's books.

What?

Look at this!

You look like a baby. You're so cute in this.

I look younger.

Yes, we can put this at the head of the table.

- No! - Or above the fireplace, right?

No, this is for my office. Give me that.

Will you give it to me?

Look, there's another one. That's yours.

- Give it to me. - No! Keep that one.

- That's yours and this one is mine? - Right.

You look like a cute baby.

You should shave one of these days.

I'll take this to my office before you steal it.

What did you expect? It's his wife. They've been together for 20 years.

Okay. It's their decision.

Do you know what you should do? Don't get involved.

Fine. How's dad?

Really?

No way, I'm not doing that.

Okay, he might be interested. I'll tell him.

Okay.

Okay, mom, I have to go.

Yes, the dog is great. I'll send some pictures.

Okay. I'll tell him.

Love you too. Okay, bye.

- Mom says hi. - Tell her I said hi.

- How is she? - It's always the same.

She's not getting a doctor's appointment.

Wait. My dad is a fan of intermittent fasting.

- Really? - I know, right?

He says we should try it.

Me? No, you do it.

I'm not going to not eat every day like I'm getting my blood work done.

Now way I'm doing it.

- Did you choose one? - Sorry. I spaced out.

Too much cellphone, not enough movie.

Okay, come on.

- Thanks. - It gets cold fast.

You thought of everything.

- You choose. - I will.

Okay. Cool, I get it.

I wanted to tell you I’m leaving first thing tomorrow.

And I wanted to see you and spend the night together.

- Can I have one? - Yes, go ahead.

Okay.

What are you up to?

I'm sending invoices to my accountant because otherwise I can't write.

Bummer.

- Is there anything I can do? - Relax. That's why we pay her.

- What did you put in this? - Some new herbs.

How's the novel going?

- It's good. - Really?

Yes.

- Will you tell me what it's about? - No.

- Will I have the honor this time? - What?

Will you talk about me for once or will I have to read about another ex?

- You're so jealous. - Is it not true?

No.

I'm writing something more important with you.

- Really? - Yes.

Tell me. I don't know what you're writing about.

A song? A poem? A comic book?

A manifesto?

Are you writing me a manifesto, Juan Diego?

No.

I'm writing my life. Our life.

You're a smooth talker.

- I love you. I do. - Really?

Then prove it, okay?

What about here?

And here?

Okay, maybe I believe you.

It's Saturday. Usually, I make plans on Saturdays.

I wander around the city or meet a friend.

I prefer not to be home.

He stays in bed. He's sad.

He's been sad for a couple months.

I can't pinpoint how long we've been like this.

Sometimes I wonder, are we okay?

I review our relationship constantly.

I think about these years.

I remember them and I reassemble them.

I search for a root cause for them.

I start to scrutinize our bond.

I start realizing things.

I change my point of view.

I spend my days remembering, reassembling.

Coming.

- Hello. - Good morning.

- I have a package for Mariano González. - Yes, that's right.

- Could you sign here? - Of course.

- But I'm not him. - It's okay, you can sign it anyway.

- There you go. - And who are you?

I'm his partner.

Okay, I'll write that down.

- Is that it? - Yes.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

His expression shifted, you know?

Let him be, poor thing. Countrymen are not used to this.

- They should get used to it. - Fine.

By now, we must be those damn faggots.

- That's a good title for your book. - Do you like it?

'The Damn Faggots' by Juan González. How about that?

Thank God we received this wine.

- I was sick of the store's wine. - Right.

I want to help them out but most of the products are expired.

Poor baby.

Well, now we know the mail works, right?

- But be careful. Please. - I'll be good.

- I want to tell you something. - What?

I know we're settling in

and I don't want to postpone it

because I want to make those pots.

And, to make those...

- Do you know what I need? - Yes?

- A clay oven. - Exactly.

But...

Let's do our research.

No impulse buying. Not the one on sale or the first one we see.

Of course the nearest one is 3 km away and the next one is 20 km away.

In Buenos Aires there are eight gays per block.

Already with that?

I was just showing you. I thought it was funny.

You can't see their heads.

Maybe you'll find a good head.

Don't be annoying. I thought this was okay.

It is okay.

I don't want people to see us there or cross paths with them.

It's a small town. We need to be careful.

What?

Come on.

We already talked about this.

If it happens, it happens. But don't plan it.

Enough. I have the app to fool around. I thought it was funny.

I was curious to see who was here. There's no one. End of story.

You know. You're right. It's fine.

I'll go to the book fair and you can play around.

You know I don't play around without you.

You know that's not true.

Honey, we talked about this. I won't break a promise.

Can we talk?

I don't feel like it.

Come on.

It's fine. Drop it.

There's no need for this. Let's make up.

Will you leave me alone, please?

Fine.

This way. We're going home.

That's it.

This is beautiful. I really love it.

Everything looks amazing.

- Isn't it great? - It's beautiful.

There is a big drought, it hasn't rained in weeks.

And we have still have some things boxed up.

We are slowly settling in.

Look at the garden center!

Your apartment was great, though.

- I'm sure this will look great too. - Look who's here.

Your aunt is here.

- Hey! - Hi!

You're here!

Why are you still walking the dog when he has all this space?

Yes. Believe it or not,

He won't go to the bathroom without his leash.

- He still takes him for a walk. - That's weird.

I'm used to it. I work from home.

You two always split up the chores equally.

You were always fair about that.

- I'll get your suitcase inside. - Okay.

- Is that all? - Yes.

- Say hi to your auntie. - Hi!

- What's her name? - Diana.

Sorry for asking this. I hate it, I swear,

but when I said I was your friend she lost her mind.

- Really? - Yes.

What would be worrying is your therapist going insane.

She said she only reads Argentinian literature,

but I didn't picture her reading your books about gay love.

A woman in her sixties

reading about a man suffering because another man left him

is kind of weird.

It's love.

My book is about love.

Yes, of course, I know. But it's a bit strong...

Some of the things you write are a bit...

You mean the sex scenes?

Yes, the one with the slippery saliva, the spitting on the butt, it's a bit...

Right?

Honey, you and I both know lubrication is key.

I miss you a lot, idiot.

Me too.

Look, read it. Is it okay?

Yes, she will be thrilled. This is great.

Ask for a free session or something.

That would be great. Every month is more expensive.

- Really? - Yes.

But if it's good for you...

I couldn't start all over again with a new one,

tell her about my relationships.

No, I will stick with Diana.

Javier says, at this point,

everything she tells me is to keep me happy, but who knows...

- Javier? - Yes.

Do you tell him about your sessions?

Yes, some things.

That's not right, honey.

Well, he does too. We both tell each other.

It's wrong. How can you tell each other about your sessions?

- Just some stuff. - Some stuff?

- Why so little? - Mariano only likes it like this.

- He's like a kid. - Yes.

I cut it like this so it's hidden. Otherwise, he won't eat it

and carrots are good for you.

- So, like a kid. - Yes.

Tell me something you don't like. I'll chop it and trick you.

Javier.

Don't be ironic.

I mean it. I can't stand him. I'm sick of him.

He got really into all that crypto and bitcoin stuff

and he never lets go of his phone.

I warned him not to get into that.

Well...

Are you serious?

The minute he wakes up, he grabs his phone.

He's checking out the markets.

I didn't ask about him. I ask about you two. Are you not okay?

I don't know. I needed some fresh air.

- Did you have a fight? - Yes, a big one.

- But I don't want to talk about it. - Okay.

Yes.

Did you know Paola moved to Italy?

- Paola Salas? - That's right.

She went for citizenship.

I think she will stay a small town for a couple of months.

She'll wait there until she gets citizenship.

I didn't even know her family was Italian.

I think it's her mom.

If you dig a little bit, there's always a relative.

My friend Mariana also did some digging and found a relative.

She also went to a small town in Italy.

She got citizenship and moved to Amsterdam.

Actually, she moved to Utrecht. It's nearby.

Yeah. Amsterdam is super expensive.

You can live in Utrecht if you're lucky.

I hate it when they say they live in Amsterdam.

You're in the suburbs. Tell the truth.

You take a subway and travel for God knows how long.

- I don't get it. - Relax. Don't be so mean.

- I'm just being realistic. - Sure.

At least you get citizenship.

Yes, you stay in a small town for a couple of months and that's it.

Like what you are doing but in Europe.

Same thing. But I already have it.

You choose not to use it. What a patriot.

They call me the Saint Martín of literature.

I'm so alone in Buenos Aires.

I have no one to talk to.

My friends have either emigrated or moved to the countryside.

After the pandemic, there were no more get-togethers.

I don't know what to do. I can't even have a coffee in Palermo.

I have no one.

Take it easy with the wine.

You're sentimental, dramatic. What's wrong with you?

I just had a sip, that's not drinking.

This isn't you. What's going on?

- Actually... - What's up?

- You're just in time. - What's going on?

I have some news.

- I was going to wait but... - You're pregnant.

Did you just ruin my surprise?

Are you pregnant?

Yes. I'm two months along, so don't go telling people.

Congratulations?

How are you? Are you okay?

I don't know. I guess I'm okay.

Things with Javier are bad, but...

- So, what will you do? - But that's normal.

Yes, of course.

It's something new.

So, what do you think? Are you happy? Is it good news?

We're happy if you're happy.

- I think so. - Congratulations.

- It will be fun. - Yes.

When I had my first anxiety attacks

my therapist suggested I should focus on activities I enjoyed

that weren't too demanding

and that's when I got into pottery.

That really helped me relax.

I spent hours online thinking about what to make.

Just ask him.

It only lasted a few months, but it was a great feeling.

Actually, we're buying a clay oven.

- I love that. - All the pots we sell

will be made and designed by me.

- That's nice. - Deep down,

I'm doing all of this to smoke a joint in peace

and make pots.

All of this just because of pots?

You mean we moved out and left our lives in Buenos Aires

just because of pots?

I told you, if you don't like the plan, we can go back.

I'm just kidding.

I love you, guys.

You listen to each other, you understand each other.

I feel trapped with Javier and with this pregnancy too.

Is this my life now?

Is this the life I chose?

Couldn't I have a better life?

Is this it?

Maybe you're asking yourself too many questions.

Yes, maybe you need to leave space for the answers to appear.

Maybe she doesn't want answers or maybe there aren't any.

Do you know what that other life would look like?

I don't, but I think about it.

Should I leave the country?

Is it wrong to stay here?

Sometimes they make me feel like that.

And it gets more and more complicated.

Things are complicated right now.

But we think about leaving like it's set in stone,

but the truth is we can always come back.

I had some friends who went away for a little while

and then they came back. That's okay too.

We just moved out of the city.

Of course, we had to leave behind a lot of things to come here.

To a large extent, it happened because of his work.

I couldn't live in Buenos Aires anymore.

If I stayed there, I would have gone insane.

There was this idea in my head and...

I felt we had to try it.

That this was it. And here we are.

But if I asked Javier to move to the countryside

he would send me packing.

I love him, guys. I know it sounds like I don't, but I do.

- I... - Relax. We believe you.

He's so happy with the pregnancy, but I don't know...

He's acting stupid.

I don't know if he's nervous or what.

I know.

My experience won't help you at all

because I often worked with first-time fathers

and we'd talk a lot about women but men get stupid.

I mean it.

I saw it many times.

Remember Nahuel, my last editor?

You have no idea.

He would cancel meetings without notice.

And honestly, I had invested so much time in my novel.

I felt belittled, you know?

The baby always came first.

Do you know what I mean?

So...

Should I empathize with the baby?

I should, but I don't feel that way.

Should I be sensitive because of the baby?

Yes, but I'm not. So, he makes me feel like an ass.

Right.

- Your ego doesn't let you be empathetic. - Come on...

Having a child must be crazy, though.

Of course it will shake up a lot of things.

It's supposed to be a blessing,

but that blessing changes your life, your economy.

I don't know how they do it. I can barely support myself.

I'll tell you in a few months.

Do you have something to smoke?

A joint?

- If your friend lets you. - It's okay.

I looked it up. You can do it. Totally.

- You feel it? Really? - A little bit.

- Already? - Yes, I feel something.

Guys, I'm pregnant.

I'm going to have a mini me.

- That's crazy. - It's insane.

In Buenos Aires, I would go to crappy parks

and look at the families on the playground

thinking about the age of the parents.

I can't believe a lot of them are younger than us.

- It's full of them. - There's so many.

My parents had three kids at my age. Three.

- So, we're at that age. - Really?

- We have been for a long time now. - I have to accept that, right?

That sucks.

A friend of mine who is an actress got this mom role,

but the mom of a teenager.

- She's our age. - No!

- Doesn't she look like crap? - A little bit.

- Don't laugh! - She does, a little bit.

She had to give her this soap for blackheads.

- No... - Disgusting.

Blackheads. Wasn't that yesterday?

We were at the pool, dancing to Bandana.

Oh!

I can't picture you listening to Bandana.

- You have to listen to him. Come on! - No.

♪ How is it... ♪

Come on!

♪ ...that you don't want to love me? ♪

♪ How is it ♪ ♪ that you don't want to love me? ♪

♪ How is it that you want to escape? ♪

♪ If my heart is yours. ♪

♪ How is it you don't want to touch me? ♪

♪ How is it you don't want to kiss me? ♪

♪ If I need your love. ♪

♪ I didn't think like that ♪ ♪ before I met you. ♪

♪ And I didn't have you ♪ ♪ but I'm afraid to lose you. ♪

I can't remember the rest!

Carla is tripping.

Yes. When she leaves, we need to sage the entire house.

- Poor sage. - I know.

- We can add some rosewood. - Yeah, some incense.

I should have taken that pill. I'm not going to fall asleep now.

Did the joint not relax you?

Not really.

I'm beat. I'm sorry.

- Don't worry, go to sleep. - Okay.

Goodnight.

It's delicious. Did you add in that curry?

On top of being a great writer, my friend is a great chef.

Right? He's great at many things.

Why the ass kissing?

So, what are you writing about now? You didn't say anything.

I can tell you. It's not about me.

I can't complain, I was already a character.

As I told you many times, I write fiction.

No one here is a character.

If you identify with them, that's not on me.

I write fiction and yes, I'm a great cook.

So, any similarity with fictitious events

is purely coincidental.

Lately, you don't show me anything.

I will have to read it once it's published.

I don't want to subject my material to reviews right now.

I don't feel like it.

I'm sure we will love it.

Maybe you won't. Who knows.

He says I don't tell him anything, but I do.

In fact, sometimes I tell him an idea

and I expect him to say how wonderful it is

and ask me questions and talk about it for hours

But that's not the case. He'll say: "Oh."

"That's cool."

And we'll end up talking about food. Am I wrong?

And sometimes I feel like if I talk to too many people

I'll burn out on the idea or I'll like, wear it out, you know?

I guess there are different stages.

I still think I'm very supportive at every stage.

Of course, baby. I didn't mean it like that.

Do you know what my mom told me?

She asked: "Are you the Camilla character?"

- You are a bit like her. - Of course I am.

Tell her about your grandma.

- Didn't I tell you? - No, what?

Last week, I called her to see how she was doing

and to tell her what I'm writing about

and what did she ask?

"So? Who is next in the family?"

"Who will you portray?"

- She's right, though. - No, she isn't.

No, she's not right.

I didn't like it at all, I didn't want to tell her anything else

and I got upset.

What was that saying about family they told us at the workshop?

How did it go?

- The one about family. - Yes...

- Let's see. - The Milosz quote.

Yes! The Milosz quote.

Here, listen...

"When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished"

When you sleep with a writer you're also finished.

Am I right?

Six years and counting.

I try to write about things that aren't related to my life, but...

It's hard. I can't do it.

Lately, you only read or watch realistic things.

He won't let me watch any sci-fi.

Maybe so, but I recently tried to write a thriller

about the pregnant Russian women who came here.

Buenos Aires is full of them. I see them every day.

- Right. - A thriller?

What?

What if you have a Russian woman in your yoga class?

- I would die. - We would talk about Natalia Oreiro.

- You could photograph both versions. - With our bellies!

So, I tried to write this international noir...

- The thriller? - Yes, the thriller.

I couldn't do it. I wrote a draft and crossed it out.

Then a new one, crossed out.

I wrote ideas,

I wrote down things that I dreamed about.

But it wasn't flowing. I don't know why.

- I don't know. - Should we head inside? It's cold.

- This wind is killing me. - Yes, let's go.

Yes, come on.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- Cheers, everyone. - Cheers!

There we go.

- Stay there. I will take a picture. - Of us?

- Sure. - Yes, you look great.

- Okay. - Get closer.

So we can always remember the weekend

where I told you I was going to be a mom.

So the baby can remember their old, queer uncles.

Look how good you look.

You two are perfect.

- Don't overdo it. - What?

Don't start with the whole "perfect couple" thing,

that we split the chores, that we are lovely.

Because not everything is a bed of roses.

- It's just a compliment. - Yes, but it's not how Carla puts it.

We're a couple with everything that comes with being one.

Sometimes I don't do the dishes or clean or cook.

- He has to do everything. - I know.

Sometimes we are in different rooms and don't talk to each other.

Sometimes we fuck, sometimes we don't for weeks.

Don't compare yourself to us.

- I know. - It's not good for you.

- Sure. - Yeah.

I have to change that.

- Don't idealize things. - Yes, that too.

Yeah...

Okay, I'll be right back.

- One second. - Of course.

But I'm saying it right!

It's good to walk away from everything for a while.

Come back to yourself.

You need to maintain your personal space.

I won't say I told you so but I think I already told you so.

It's just that this has been a very interesting change for me.

Being here, with more space,

we each have more air

and I think that will affect the relationship.

Had we stayed in that one-bedroom apartment

who knows what would have happened.

I mean, I'm not sure this is ideal either,

but I feel like small spaces in big cities

make it easier for you to go insane

or to keep up with toxic relationships.

Your relationship is great, though.

It's different.

You have no ties.

Even if were to split up with him, he would still be the baby's dad.

That's just the facts.

Right.

We do have ties, you know?

Just like you have more ties with Javier

than just having a baby.

Yes, maybe.

Maybe you can't see the big picture now.

What's this one called? I see it all the time.

It's a snake plant.

- Or mother-in-law's tongue. - Looks like my mother-in-law's tongue.

And we go back.

And back.

Now, right leg ahead.

At 90 degrees.

And open up.

Look at your right hand.

Go to one side.

Yes, I'm coming. Sorry.

Sorry, I forgot I had my therapy session.

- I'll be back. - Okay.

Right. Yes.

No, I'm okay with that.

Yes, there's more space, but until Carla showed up

I spent weeks with only Mariano.

Yes.

Okay.

Yes.

Okay.

Why are you staring at yourself?

Because I'm old.

I'm a grown-up.

It's been a long time since you were 20 years old.

You look beautiful.

- You're beautiful. - What are you doing?

What's up?

- What is this? - Huh?

- What is this? - Just a little thing.

Really? Is it for playing?

- Very much so. - Really?

- Yes. - Carla's here.

Don't be such a prude. Carla is out.

- Is she out? You're lying. - Uh-huh.

- Really? Are you sure? - I'm sure.

Okay.

Mariano loves this jam.

I don't go for citrus fruit because...

- I don't like citrus fruit jams. - No?

- You haven't tasted this one yet. - Okay, I'll try it.

- Can you watch the jam for a little bit? - Should I stir it?

Yes, so it doesn't stick to the base of the pot.

Alright.

Hello?

Okay, great.

I'll check it out now. Thanks.

It's horrible.

It's ugly.

Very ugly.

Maybe they like this back there.

I don't know. It looks like a Russian novel or a melodrama.

Can you do something about it? Call someone?

- How about the guy from the publisher? - No.

They have the final say on it. They just sent it so I can look at it.

I understand a close-up of two naked guys kissing is shocking

and surely it sells, but I don't know...

I don't think it's the right cover to sell my novel.

For future contracts,

can't you make sure you have the final say on the cover?

I guess, but I love it when they work on my stuff

without having me in the middle.

- Come on. - Dude, I don't know...

You need to stop them from using this cover. It's horrible.

I thought the local publisher would vet it.

They do, but no one imagined they would make something so ugly.

Okay, relax. You will eventually get the hang of these things.

Your book is available in Greece, baby.

Juan, I think this is ready.

- Coming. - Go, before she burns my pot.

Look, here it is.

This is classic fern.

And this one is like a palm tree.

Mariano looks happy.

Yes, he is really happy.

And how are you?

Fine.

- I have everything needed for happiness. - But that's not being happy.

- I'm asking... - Does one of you have change?

I think I do. Let me go look.

- Thanks. - Hold on.

What were you talking about?

She was asking if we're acclimating ourselves.

So far so good, right?

Yes.

- Do you want one? - Yes.

How often should you water a pothos?

It depends on whether it's outdoors or not.

Did you know indoor plants don't exist? We invented them.

I had no idea.

I have two pothos in my house.

The one in my living room is so dry it's almost dead.

And the other one I think might be rotten.

And the second one doesn't have some healthy parts left?

It's half alive, half dead.

One part seems okay but the other one is dry.

You know what? You can propagate it.

So, you take one branch.

- Okay. - See where the leaves come from?

- Yes. - Those are buds.

Roots can grow from here if you put them in water.

You put the cutting in water and in time a root comes out.

Then you can plant it in a pot and you have a brand new plant.

- I will do that then. - Yes, do it.

Try to do that process in the same place

where you will keep the plant afterwards.

That way, the leaves will follow the light.

Okay.

If you move a plant around it will get stressed.

You can't kill a pothos, though. It's an easy plant.

I don't know. Maybe it drowned?

Maybe you drowned it.

- Do you want mate? - Yes, please.

- Can I borrow one for these days? - Sure.

- That one right there. - This one?

- I suggest you read that. Yes. - Really?

Can you lend me some more so I can take them with me?

- What if I need to rest? - Of course, whichever you want.

Maybe this one.

If you have to rest, why not write again?

No, no...

Do you want another novel about the crisis of a first-time mother

in Buenos Aires?

- God, no. - Why not?

- No, I'm done. - It would be lovely.

I don't need it. I know it's therapeutic

- but I don't want that right now. - Okay.

Do you and Mariano share underwear?

What?

Because the characters in this share their underwear.

Oh.

No. Sometimes they get mixed up because they are very similar,

but we each have our own drawer.

Listen to this.

My stomach turned at the sight of the underwear salad.

I don't know if I wanted to know so much.

Everything was mixed together. No intimacy.

Disgusting. A cocktail of underpants.

Using the same clothes,

sharing the bulky pieces of fabric. Hideous.

I'm out of breath.

The image of the mixed underpants burns my mind.

My brain is on fire as if a forest was burning up

and the only thing remaining were devastated trees

and a mantle of ashes on the ground.

I stay like this, burned in silence.

It's amazing.

- That's what the mother says, right? - Yes.

She's crazy. And so evil.

On Monday morning.

Yes. Listen, the ultrasound is at noon. Can you make it?

Yes, okay.

Super. Yes.

Okay, I'll tell them.

Okay.

I have to go. Yeah.

Me too.

Bye.

Can you go with me tomorrow to buy some gifts?

Thanks.

Look at me! Yes!

- Do you know what she said? - What did I say now?

That we have no ties.

Sorry, I don't want to be a buzzkill

but I still think about it because it hurt.

I remembered the situation with our neighbor in Buenos Aires

before we came here.

Are you comparing me to that awful neighbor

who also complained about your dog?

- She really had it in for us... - No, no, no.

- She had it in for me. - Sure.

She told me I didn't scold the dog when he was away and he was barking.

She even told me he barked in a way the dog didn't bark.

She made up the whole thing.

Actually, her issue with us was us being queer.

One day she even told me:

"What a shame the apartment is owned by Juan's parents

because that means one day you will have to leave

and he will stay here forever."

I mean, what?

She assumed we were going to break up.

She was a bitch.

And her apartment was actually her boyfriend's.

- So, she was in the same situation. - I know.

We talked about this, guys.

Those people were mean, psychos and homophobes.

It was hard to see it, but it's true.

Look who moved out and are still together, bitch.

Thankfully, here we don't have neighbors for miles.

That's amazing.

I'm sorry, Mariano. I didn't mean it like that.

I don't know...

I'm constantly thinking about the pregnancy.

Maybe I'm the one who wants no ties.

No, relax. It's fine. I wind myself up and I talk too much.

There's that wind again.

- You hadn't told me about that. - But don't say anything

because if you blurt it out in front of Javier, I will die.

Now I understand everything.

Alright.

You tell him everything. I find things out little by little.

Don't you think it's crazy how somebody's life can change

depending on who they fall for?

Sure, I ruined your life.

Shut up. I didn't say that.

What I mean is that, when you fall in love,

you share your life with another person.

- Sure. - You know?

First, you are two strangers, but suddenly, you're not anymore.

In a way...

For good or bad, your life changes.

- But it does change. - Sure.

I think if I were still with Fabián

by now I would live in a gated community with a lawn, a dog,

- A golden retriever. For sure. - For sure!

You dodged a bullet.

Living in a gated community is the worst.

Very "Truman Show".

Evidently, I wasn't in love with him.

Anyway, I wasn't talking about material things.

It is deeper than that.

Is this a part of your new book?

I think you're onto something!

- It looks like it. - Maybe.

- You're reflecting a lot. - Maybe, I don't know.

He won't say a word.

- Good morning. - Hello!

- How are you? - Good. And you?

I'm good.

Did you see Juan?

I thought he was sleeping.

No, he woke up early and he's not in the studio.

That's weird. Did he take the car?

No. He must have gone for a walk.

Funny he didn't let us know.

Do you want mate?

That's his phone.

Hello?

No, I'm not him. I'm his partner.

Oh, no. He's out right now.

I don't know what to tell you.

I'll let him know as soon as he comes back.

Alright. I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

- Who was it? - He had an interview.

He didn't remember it?

It's weird. He never forgets these things.

Juan!

Juan!

Juan.

Hey!

We were looking for you.

I froze.

I didn't want to come back. I couldn't.

Did you remember you had an interview?

Right, yes.

I'll apologize to them later.

- What's going on? - I don't know. I wanted to be alone.

Will you hug me?

I have this tightness in my chest.

I'm tired.

I don't want to think. I'm tired.

- But are things with Mariano okay? - Yes.

It's not about him.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of thinking. That's it.

Life as a couple is difficult.

A partner takes work and effort.

In a couple, there are two people trying to constantly understand each other,

to be in the same wavelength,

to be the person you think you are,

to be the person the other person thinks you are.

You have to understand your own wants desires,

the wants and desires of the other person.

You have to be in tune and connected with the other person.

It's not easy.

Looking at each other, that knowing smile.

I'm afraid to lose all of that.

I'm afraid to lose us.

- Give that to me. - Okay.

- Where were you? - I went for a walk, lost track of time.

I told him we were a bit scared.

You usually tell me or take your phone.

- It was weird. - I'm sorry.

Call the interview people. I didn't know what to say,

Okay. No worries.

Hey, I'm leaving.

- I have to go. - Okay.

You can call me anytime and I'll be back.

It's not a problem.

Relax, honey. I'm fine.

I would like you to be better than fine.

- I don't know... - Well, being fine is already a lot.

Okay, but you don't talk about yourself.

You don't let us see what's going on with you.

Maybe I don't want to know what's going with me.

See? You answer like...

Avoiding things is not the answer.

Well, you know me.

Yes, you get more and more closed off.

You don't have to share everything either.

Then you share it all, encrypted in metaphors in your novels.

Let's see.

What about these?

- They're nice, right? - Let's see.

- Maybe. - Yes, I'll take these.

These ones.

Maybe these for my mother-in-law? What do you think?

Does she like that?

Who knows. I'll take it.

- Do you want some help? - Maybe this?

- Do you have everything? - If I forget something, let me know.

- Bye! - Goodbye.

- Thank you for everything. - Come back in the summer.

Yes, I want to use that pool.

Bye!

- I love you. - We'll talk later, okay?

- Yes. Thanks. - Have a safe trip.

Let us know when you get home.

Bye. Love you.

I'm here, okay?

I'm here.

I love you.

- I want a kiss. - Yeah?

Okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

I don't know. You're very quiet.

I'm fine.

You know you can say anything to me, right?

I do.

A penny for your thoughts.

I'm not thinking about anything. Don't be annoying.

If you got paid royalties for every thought you'd be a millionaire.

Okay, I'm sorry.

It's just that you seem weird and I feel guilty.

I wanted us to come here.

Your friend came over. You ran away.

Hey.

I'm fine being here, okay?

Don't worry.

Sometimes I'm scared of you.

You get weird and I don't know what's next.

You're scared of me?

So to speak.

Okay, stop it.

- Hello. - Hi! How are you?

- Is Juan González here? - No, he just went out.

You read his books?

Yes, we saw he recommended the garden center on Instagram

and we wanted to come see him.

- We just want him to sign our books. - Alright.

He will be home soon.

You can come and see the plants while you wait.

- Okay, thank you. - No problem.

You're welcome. Come in.

Thank you, girls.

- Thank you. I'm so happy. - We're waiting for the next one.

It will happen soon, if I get my ideas in order.

- Thank you so much. - Enjoy it.

What an influencer! You do a post and some girls show up.

I didn't sell one plant but at least there's traction.

It's crazy, right?

They loved your book so much they came here to get it signed

and spend some time with you.

I don't know...

I get in my head in those situations.

I feel like anything I say or do might be stupid.

I just get in my head...

Relax.

They liked you. You need to relax and be yourself.

What's up with you?

Nothing. Why?

Okay...

What's up with us, then?

Nothing, honey.

Are you sure? So everything's great?

Your friend comes over, you run away,

you go for a walk and forget to come back?

Or worse, you say you didn't want to come back.

I don't know.

One minute you're gone and the next you're complaining

or so wrapped up in your head that one day it will strangle you.

I think you're the one getting wrapped up.

So, this is how you're going to act?

Remember when you were upset about your work?

Of course I do. In a way, that's why we're here.

Back then, I felt like I couldn't complain about mine

because while you were feeling down I...

I published a book, I won an award.

But I had issues with my work too

and I felt like I couldn't tell you.

I don't understand.

I feel guilty.

I feel guilty about my success,

about where I got,

and maybe it's just the start of where I might go.

I feel guilty that I make a living out of something I love

and that I'm successful

in a world where people have to work horrible jobs...

To survive.

How is that related to this conversation?

We're not talking about your job. We're talking about us.

And it looks like you don't want to be here with me.

How can you say that?

We decided to be here together.

We picked this house together.

We left our lives in Buenos Aires together.

Am I wrong?

Even though we are in different moments of our lives,

we connect through this.

Right now, we're settling down, getting used to something new.

I think about my job, what to write about,

what to do and honestly, here you can do nothing but think

and then think some more and I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of thinking.

The last thing I want to do is argue with you.

It's talking, not arguing.

It was obvious such a big change would stir up some things,

but at least we can talk about it, about what each one is going through.

We should be able to talk.

There's nothing going on with me. I'm fine.

We've been together for many years now.

You can't be fine all the time. That's not real.

It's okay if we're not okay.

But let's at least talk about it and how to move forward.

But I think we are okay.

Look...

I don't want to lay in bed again unable to move.

I had a horrible time and you know it.

I don't want you to go through something like that.

Sorry, I don't want to stir up the past.

I want to be okay, to enjoy each other's company,

to enjoy being here and enjoy simple things.

If you're going through something I want to be there for you.

Listen, can you trust me?

I'm telling you I'm fine.

This is just about work.

Fine.

If you say so.

Come here, Mariano. Come on!

Can we talk?

I don't know if I want to spend the rest of my life here,

but I do know I want to spend it with you.

You have changed and so have I.

But my feelings for you haven't changed.

We have changed but that feeling has not.

Years go by, and it is still there.

Maybe I'm like this now because, in a way, I'm writing about us

and I don't know if that's okay

but I can't help it.

I need to write

and the only thing I can write about is us.

Hi! Today, I want to tell you about native plants.

These plants are the evolutionary result

of soil and climate characteristics.

And they are the key to a balanced ecosystem.

Also, in a context of climate crisis...

Shit!

I'll try again.

- What are you doing? - What are you doing here? Get out!

- What is that? - I'm recording something for Instagram.

- Get out of here. - You look good on camera.

I don't care about that, I care about the message.

Fine. You want some help?

I don't want help. I want you to leave because I can't focus.

- Bye. Leave. - Fine.

I said I was afraid and they answered: "You shouldn't be afraid."

I was angry and they answered: "He who angers you conquers you."

I didn't dare to say I was sad.

That's frowned upon.

Now you have to say you're fine all the time, which is impossible.

They make us think being sad is a sign of weakness,

that you choose to be sad.

That's what people read in self help books

or on a chain message on WhatsApp.

I needed to let out all my feelings.

The good ones and the bad ones.

I needed to break free. I wasn't being myself.

I needed to rub my eyes and look again.

And get the fog out.

I was living as an echo of what I once was.

- They are a bit disorganized. - Yes.

You can always print them again, right?

- Honey? - What?

I think I found my novel.

- What I want to write about. - That's great.

- Yes. - We should make a toast.

Yes. This relaxes me.

I'm glad.

I accidentally read a part of it.

- When? - When Carla and I couldn't find you.

And?

It's good.

I understand writing that must be moving.

I didn't tell you the other day because I was afraid you'd get upset.

I read that bit about how hard it is to be in a relationship.

The other person. The fear of losing each other.

Yes, I know that part.

The document was just there, open.

- In that exact part? - Yes.

Don't you think it's hard?

I do.

But it's hard to read it coming from your partner.

And finding that person?

That one person you fall in love with, you like,

you have sexual compatibility with,

you still choose, admire and love as the years go by.

That person you grow with together.

Isn't that hard?

Somehow it happens.

Or we think it does.

It happened to me.

It happened to me too, silly.

That's a relief.

- I love you. - I love you too.

He kisses me.

He touches me.

He squeezes me.

I'm not aware of it

until we've been doing it for several minutes.

His tongue reaches for mine.

My nose dives into his armpit.

There is a moment when you're with someone

where everything is a reaction.

Everything that could be done...

Has been done.

- What? - Look.

- He went out on his own. - Yeah.

He's having a great time, right?

- Shall we? - Yes, let's go.

Yes.

Do you want it?

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