“Estra calm down it will be just fine. I mean I know it fucking sucks for you but you’ll be okay.” 

“Oh yeah, you wanna tell that to my fucking bank account because last I checked it there was $500 in there and I have no job, no fucking skills, and I’m a fucking single mother..” 

“I see you’ve found something else to wear. You know I may need to wear some of these things once in a while.” 

“Oh please I’ve seen your clothes pretty boy. You have more dress shirts than I have shoes. Besides you remember I have not been home since you snatched me up and all I have is that tiny skirt and my backup jeans I had in my backpack. So until we some of my things I’m gonna keep raiding your ginormous closet.”

“We should probably get some things for you before I have class tomorrow. Guess I just don’t want one of your overprotective parents to derail our plans.” 

“Well I’ve never been great at listening to them anyway.” 

“Honestly though.. we’ve been together since seventh grade. Kind of always knew that it’d come to this, just thought it’d be a few years out. You know maybe after college or something? Now that we’re adults though it’s really obvious neither of us really can afford that shit anyway so why not? Why not just get on with our fucking lives?” 

“Jesus fucking christ...” 

“You know what, yeah we are getting married! Like maybe even later today! You just never know! We’re just that impulsive! In fact last night when your son was just really laying into me on that ten thousand dollar sofa you picked out, I begged him to just let it all go in there. Cause what the fuck does it matter? Clearly we’re gonna have another five kids all within a year of each other and live in a nice little cottage house in the Bay because no matter what my grandaddy left me six million of that sweet fishery money in his will.”

“Star...” 

“So do either of you children know where the money that funds your easy going lifestyle comes from?” 

“Well my dad used to be an astronaut and now he works on space rockets and shit.” 

“Mal?” 

“You’re a weapons contractor.” 

“Good, very good. Now do either of you know what those two industries have in common?” 

“I don’t know, space technology isn’t exactly firearms.” 

“Incorrect, all space technology has applications in weaponry and H.Idealogix doesn’t make guns honey, we make bombs.”

“Get to the fucking point.” 

“We compete for contracts, often, and since both of you are currently well placed to take positions within those companies there are regulatory concerns.” 

“You two are the most single fucking minded selfish assholes.” 

“I know, I know Eva...it’s just...” 

“Seriously do you even think about anyone else when you’re in that Cloud Coo Coo land you live in?” 

“Did you think about me at all?” 

“Well I did carry and birth your child Malachi, I’m not sure I could really do all that without having you in mind.” 

“I should have been there.”