thinkin bout forever

Yeah… it’s like a magic power or something… thank you, Chris.

You're welcome. You wanna talk about what happened?

Chris have you actually ever been attacked by crabs?

No! But I've also never slept on the beach before, so how do I know what to expect?

Um… okay. It’s… it’s at the cemetery… thank you. [sniffles] You really don’t have to.

Yes, I do. Ice cream makes everything better, yeah?

You… [hiccups] You don’t have to. I can do it… if you can tell me how. [sniffles and shakes her head, looking down]

No, no, let me help you. Then I'll take you for some ice cream or something?

It does actually. We can steal a mattress from a hotel room.

Hey...it's okay, it's okay. I'll help you, yeah? What happened?

I’m asking myself the same question. It’s really bothering me, actually. What happens if it’s all awkward with whoever we get roomed with….

I guess we'll get a tent and sleep on the beach? Sounds kinda romantic, right?

Probably because I’m so charming and handsome, and could potentially get anyone to fuck me.

I doubt that's it. He only cares if you fuck me, and it's not happening again.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna be depressed if we don't room together, though. How am I supposed to sleep?

I do, too, but we have all the time in the world for that, yeah?