the blame is on me

You can’t just leave. We’re in the middle of nowhere and you have a bum wrist. If you want to pretend like I don’t exist, fine, but at least let me make sure you get home safe.

Okay. But don't expect me to change my mind about this.

Knock it off, Rachel. There’s nothing wrong with my job — it’s not for everyone. I knew you couldn’t handle it, and you didn’t need to know. You didn’t to anything illegal, okay? And I’m not hiding anymore shit from you, and I wasn’t hiding my job from you in the first place. Let it go.

Let it go? I'm not going to let it go. In fact, I'm done. This is too much for me. I'm going home. 

You didn’t need to know. It’s my job, Rachel, just like prancing and dancing around is yours. You’re freaking the fuck out over something that isn’t a big deal. And maybe I was trying to keep you safe.

If you don't tell me what your job is for my safety, there's obviously something wrong with your job. I can't do this. I can't believe you hid something this big from me. How am I supposed to trust you? What else are you hiding from me?

What the fuck? I don’t ruin people’s lives. I sell drugs, I don’t go around telling people to do three lines of coke. It’s how I make a living. Honestly don’t expect you to understand.

Well, good, because I don't. If it's not that big of a deal why didn't you just tell me?

Seriously? You’re blowing this out of proportion, Rachel.

You ruin people's lives for a living, I really don't think I'm blowing this out of proportion in the slightest. I can't believe you kept this from me for so long. Were you ever going to tell me? No, don't answer that. I don't want to know. 

You’re not going to ruin anything. Just stop pouting for two minutes and try to smile. I’m not gonna lie, you’re pretty hot when you smile.

You're just saying that so I'll smile.

Rach… come on. Yeah, I think you’re being dramatic. Yeah, I think it’s pretty shitty that you’re stuck going to Prague with a bad wrist. Yeah, I think it’s crap that you had to drag your suitcase with you on the train. But you can sit and pout about it and have no fun or you can try to have a good time.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You're right. I don't want to ruin your trip. Or mine.

You’re being dramatic.

I don't think so but I'll refrain from talking about it since you do.

You better not be tired because we’re just getting started. And come on, it’s a sprained wrist. You’ll be over it in a few days.

Two weeks. It won't be healed for two weeks.

Rachel, it’s an hour with a transfer. Stop being so dramatic and get your ass inside.

Yeah, but I have a sprained - Fine. I'm too tired to be dramatic any further but I appreciate the concern.

We’ll still have fun. Come on, smile. I’ve got a bottle of wine that I’m pretty sure has your name on it.

That sounds like a good idea.

I’m not frustrated with you. Listen, I know you’re bummed about having to go — pretty clear by the look on your face. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. It’s only a few days, I can go by myself and you can stay here.

No, no. I'm not bummed. I want to go. I'm just.. Incapable of using my wrist which is far more depressing than it should be.

You could have broken your fucking arm. That’s pretty serious.

Well, I didn't. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, though. Can you please not be frustrated with me? I've had a long day.

You wouldn’t have been bothering me. I’d want to know if you were in the hospital.

It was only for a few hours. I would have called you if it was something more serious.

Jesus, Rachel. What the fuck happened? Why didn’t you call me?

I didn't want to bother you. I fell at work, I'll be fine. I'm just going to be in pain for two weeks, is all.