Just stop it, baby, please.
I don't know what to do.
Be yourself.
Who the hell is that?
The girl who could breathe when she came to me. You didn't bottle it up, instead you let it out. You relaxed around me.
So why can't I relax now?
You're afraid.
Of?
Life, maybe? Change? Afraid you might like it if you did let go and embrace life without guilt or grief?
I suppose.
Could you?
Possibly, I don't know. Nothing works.
Then let's try it. Because bottled-up you isn't you and it isn't healthy. I don't care how unperfect you feel, it only makes you more perfect to me, princess.
My God, I had no idea how low your standards were, Jacob.
That's just the point. They aren't, Bridget.
Oh.
Yes, oh.
Wow.
