Justin: Nothing is going to go wrong. You're not going to lose me and once I get out of here we can lock ourselves away in a bubble for awhile and I can remind you of that multiple times.

Justin: I'm not Sam.

Justin: I know and I love you for it.

Emmy: Trust me, I wasn't trying to say you were. But I guess I'm...jaded. Waiting for something to go wrong.

Justin: There is no other shoe. Both feet are firmly on the ground. We did spend so much time fighting this and that's why now there's no more surprises. I have no secrets. You've seen me at my best and my worst.

Emmy: I know but...

Justin: Not yet.

Justin: I know but I'm still sorry. I wish I had better hobbies.

Justin: Traffic is the worst. Well I'm not going anywhere so I'll be here.

Justin: I know. I'm sorry.

Emmy: Has the doctor come in yet?

Justin: Yes. They took some x-rays just to be sure I'm okay. Waiting on the doc to read them.

Justin: I know babe. It was a freak accident I promise.

Emmy: Okay, well I guess that's good. I'm stuck in stupid traffic.

Justin: I was going to tell you when I got home.

Justin: I know.

Emmy: Are you even going to be able to come home tonight?

Justin: Because I knew you'd freak out.

Justin: Please try to calm down. I really am fine.

Emmy: So what? I was just going to find out eventually?

Justin: It's fine. I promise I'm fine.

Justin: We were riding out bikes in the hills and I hit a rock. I got thrown off my bike. I had on my padding and helmet. Just a few scrapes. I'm at UCLA Medical.

Emmy: Why didn't you call?

Justin: OHhh I see what you did right there.

Justin: I'm wearing a pair of red boxers and a hospital gown.

Justin: Don't panic. I'm fine. Just fell off my bike. Got a few scrapes. No harm done.

Emmy: Right?

Emmy: Hey! Question!

Justin: At least. What can I say I just really love my girlfriend and she's sexy as hell.

Justin: Oh I'm coming home. I'll be there in twenty.

Emmy: Today's Sunday, right? Because I'm going to start a tally until next Sunday. Hey, don't get me wrong, it wasn't a complaint. More of just stating the obvious.

Emmy: Sometimes I think about what idiots we are for taking so long to get here.

Justin: I have a better start, What are you wearing? ;)

Emmy: I'm going to start counting how many times you text me this in a week. My prediction? At least twenty.

Justin: Right. Going to have to make a mental note to wear more padding and a cup.

Justin: Isn't that how all my videos make you feel. I really enjoy the turned on part though.