"don't fucking tell me what to do. you always think you can.
goddamnit, i'm my own person. i don't need you.
so stop it. stoppitstoppitstoppit."
i don't... know... what got into me."
"do you mind if i smoke?"
what is it? what else do you have to say?
please, humour me."
"i don't need the attitude...
"do you have a light?"
"you always do this."
"do what? what is it that i always do?
what makes me so fucking intolerable?
i don't know why im even-"
"i love you"
what am i supposed to do with that?
goddamnit, is that supposed to make everything better?
is that supposed to be some shining fucking light that washes it all away?"
"no i just thought..."
"what did you think?
that i would drop everything, run weeping into your arms, look into your eyes and-
fucking hell, where is my lighter?
look, i'm not going to deal with this.
i have to go."
"i'll still love you"