(I don't recall saying anything I haven't said before.)
Hey.
Hey.
What gives, Bridge?
Did I call you? Nope.
Maybe you should have.
For?
Help, maybe? Maybe because if you'd talk to me I could help you? I don't understand you, why don't you just ask for help when you need it? What are you afraid of?
Nothing, I don't need help, Ben.
I think you do.
Then stop listening to the wrong people.
I read it straight from the whore's mouth, sweetheart.
Nice, creep.
Sticks and bones, baby. I miss the give and take. I miss you.
Is there something you need?
Reassurance that you're okay or I fly back and kick his ass.
Ben, you need to stay where you are and worry about you.
I can take care of myself. You can't say the same.
Ha. Then you don't know me, and you never did.
I know you and I know how you deal with these things and I know how passive you become.
That's 'submissive', Benjamin.
Fuck, Bridge, could you just stop wrapping it up like a present? Didn't I tell you before? It isn't any different.
Sometimes, no, it isn't.
Oh, Christ. Oh my God.
Not your concern, either, Tucker.
You're my concern, Bridget. So stop putting it back on me.
No, you stop. This doesn't help.
Are you asking for help, then?
No.
Fuck, Bridget, I can't deal with you.
Then don't. I was under the impression we weren't friends anymore.
Then you don't know me very well either, baby.
