#especially jean

Jean, yet again, being the voice of logical reason.

Hold up a second. Don't think you're getting out of this so easy. You can't just say shit like that and walk away. (…) Because I said so! At least give me a chance to respond! You're…something, Connie. You keep your head shaved down because it gets too curly. You eat peanut butter from a jar—with your hands. You got your head stuck in between monkey bars. And who wears basketball shorts in the winter? That's not a normal thing. But…you were never normal. You were…you were mine. For a long time. And I couldn't see that, and I couldn't see I was yours, and dammit, Con… If I had known sooner—no…if I had gotten the courage that you have, we wouldn't be here right now. We'd be…happy. Doing something that couples do. I'd be keeping you out of trouble, you'd be helping me get in it. And that's still how it is today, isn't it? I had a dream—stop laughing—that you and I were dating, and…it was the happiest I've ever felt. And it felt so surreal. It felt real, Con. A-and when I woke up, I was so confused and…I asked myself why you weren't beside me. That was a couple weeks ago. This is now. And I don't want it to be just a dream anymore. So…do you wanna go out? For a drink or something?