I’m all glue back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.
I want you to drink this and try really hard to act like you aren’t scary and damaged.
Look, I’m drawing a line. The line is drawn. There’s a big line. So, this line, is it imaginary, or do I need to get you a marker?
Look, I know you’re going to get off this elevator and not look back. I know that, but, George, we’re friends, real friends. That means, no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back, I’ll still be here.
I feel like one of those people who’s so freaking miserable they can’t be around normal people. Like I’ll infect the happy people.