Me:
I feel bad.
Hale:
Why’s that, mouse?
Me:
We were supposed to spend time together,
get to know each other a bit, and I ran away.
Like a mouse.
Jude:
But like a hot mouse.
Or a very, very cute mouse.
Tic:
Jesus, man, quit while you’re ahead.
You know, angel, there’s a way to remedy that.
Me:
How’s that?
Tic:
Just come out and see us again.
Jude:
Fuck yeah! This time, I promise to keep my hands to myself.
Actually… no. I won’t be able to keep that promise.
Me:
I want to.
Hale:
But?
Me:
It’s complicated.
Tic:
Complicated?
Me: