We made out.

It was intense.

Passionate gave me a sweatshirt.

Yes, I noticed.

They probably noticed in space.

And f y I You look completely insane wearing it.

Look, I don't know what buddies doing with you or what you think he's doing with you.

You need to move on.

You want to talk?

All you care about is some scuffle that happened 20 years ago.

You lean on that crutch and you lean on excuses, and you and I both know you use this whole thing is an excuse to do absolutely nothing with your life Scuffle.

You don't know shit about what happened to me, Okay?

Those jocks used to blow during lunch is shattered.

My legs bashed in my brains, mangled my cock so that I have to piss and come sideways for the rest of my life.

Then they left me for dead.

You know things aren't too great down south, I could barely get off by myself, let alone with with another person.

You know what's done is done.

Can't keep dwelling on the past.

Matt, are you fucking kidding?

You talk about dwelling in the past Here you are back in Mercury like a loser trying to score with a happily married man.

But he's not happy.

Okay, so just stop saying that.

You're hardly the authority on happiness, Sylvia.

You know what?

Not it really is a shame that you like this because you know what?

If you had a good personality, none of this other stuff would bother people.

You know, why don't you use my crutch again as a metaphor?

That was brilliant.

Alright, that was masterful or oh, you know, um, save it for your little teenage stories.

All right?

Because God knows you don't know shit about being an adult, was it?