Going the distance

Hey. Don’t. Don’t be sorry for her. None of this is your fault.

Yeah... yeah. B-but it is. I scared her away.

So, how ya been? What’s been goin’ on? Where’s the she-witch? 

Ah, uh, well... good. Good. I've been good. Um... well, I did some work for dad. And you? How are you?

Just... a couple of days ago. 

You’ll be okay.

I'm sorry she didn't say goodbye to you.

Sorry. I- yeah, it's nice to see you as well. I missed you.

I- I came back. Finally. Sorry for not telling you, I should've- I should have called.

-hears a familiar voice and looks up- P-Phil?

Okay…? What does that-… She’s coming back, right?

Why do all of our conversations seem to start with that sentence…? -takes his hand and leads him over to some conveniently located couch- What’s wrong?

-sits down on conveniently located couch- I- um... she left. Went back home.

Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?

I- I have to tell you something.

-looks down- No. No, there isn't. I just- I have to- um... it was- it was nice to meet you.

you weren’t bothering me. Meg, and I guess it’s nice to meet you Henry. -shrugs- It happens. People are always coming and going in this place it seems.

M-Meg?

Uh, sorry, I'm Henry. I just got back from... I took a break and I hardly know anyone here anymore.

Di- You- Did you say yes?

How are you?