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: